In a large white room, there was a round wooden table with cups of drinks on top of it. There was 12 people sitting around this table and were going to talking about a topic that has been discussed nearly around 7 times now.
"So who shall we appoint as instructor?"
Said the general in a very cold voice.
He wasn't very happy with the situation as it took free time off him. It was a problem which should've not been discussed in the first place but the people within the 47th sector were quite irresponsible which then had led to this feud.
"Sir do we have to do this? It's a waste of time anyway, those kids are not worth our time."
Said by one of the lieutenant. His name was Mike. Mike was a rather lazy guy who always slept during day and would not even bother to do anything. Some were surprised by how he managed to get the rank of lieutenant.
"Shut up Mike, This is why you get no girls."
Rather cold but was very true to an extent.
"Major do you have any reports?"
The major was a girl and was named Liza. She was the polar opposite of Mike. Like literally. She was woman, she was not lazy and was rather cute to an extent. she was still aged 21, rather young but had the major rank rather impressive.
The general look at the reports but was rather unpleased with the outcome.
"These bums, they look like they just came out of the sewers, like look at this, he's wrinkly and is aged...."
Liza then quickly ran to the General and swiped the documents.
"I'm sorry for my Lack of hard work"
she then thought to herself and remembered.
He was age 70.
Liza was a weird species she was smart but was dumb and lack common sense. This is why she was rather unsuitable for report-like task.
It was then a boy who looked around 19 but was 28 and had brown hair put up his hand to ask a question.
"What is it Aymeric?"
Aymeric was a very narcissistic guy. He always overrated himself and made big deals out of small things. However, when it came to these type of things, he never disappointed.
"How about this guy?"
He then slid a thin piece of a4 paper across the table to the General.
"Who is he?"
"Former ace of the Osaka Royal Airs."
"He is age 18, so why would I bother appointing him then?"
"He is a rather responsible guy you know."
"What is your relationship with him Aymeric?"
"I'm like his elder and we live in the same area."
"Sounds rather biased I will not all-"
"Then there's no one let those kids cripple themselves and end up as people with failed potential."
The General crushed his teeth together so tightly that his teeth were sinking ever so deep into his gums.
"How hard can you vouch for this kid?"
With the rather confusing answer the general stood up from his seat and pointed at him with a furious tone.
"STOP MESSING AROUND AYMERIC!"
Aymeric just stood there leg crossed on the table, seemingly happy with himself as he just triggered the general, once again.
"I really can't be bothered hire him if you want. If these kids can't even accept him its a lost endeavor."
Lionel Clarke. The former ace. The former pilot. He would be the one taking over the 47th sector. He would be the instructor and this time not the pilot...