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Title: The Academy
Part One: New
Arrivals
***
The
Academy’s private spaceport was overflowing with incoming students and their
families, some of them moving with the assurance of experience but most of them
wide-eyed newbies, darting their gazes from the sky-soaring pillars of the
Academy towers to the glittering shield of the spaceport to the other
wide-eyed, breathless arrivals as they tumbled into each other. They desperately searched for porters to
help parents deal with personal belongings and information officers to help the
new fourth class cadets figure out where the hell they were supposed to
go. Today was the official move-in day;
orientation and classes didn’t start until tomorrow, but there were still
schedules and timetables to adhere to.
This was the Federation Military Academy, after all, not some whimsical
civvy school where you could move at your own pace.
“I’ve
never been so glad I gave this a pass in my entire life,” Garrett muttered,
looking out over the press of slate-grey uniforms and tearful familial goodbyes
with a grimace. “So. Glad.
Formal education was bad enough, but this is ridiculous.”
“You
just don’t like the crowds,” Jonah said, hoisting Cody’s duffel bag over his
shoulder.
“On the
contrary, I love crowds. Lots of folks
pressed together having a good time, that I like very much. I just don’t like the hapless crush of
hundreds of people all trying to accomplish the same thing and all getting
nowhere together. I see, what, twenty
porters? Nowhere near enough, this could
take hours.” Garrett shook his head, his
newly-platinum hair waving softly. He’d
put a few “finishing touches” on himself now that they were back in the Central
System, and even Cody could admit that his stepfather looked good. Not good
good, ugh, no, but he looked…sleek. Like
a catterpet that had just come back from the groomer’s. “I’ll go get us some help, this won’t take
long.” He made his way into the crowd,
people turning to follow his progress as they couldn’t help staring at him.
“Well,”
Jonah said, perfectly deadpan. “I guess
we’ll wait here, then.”
“I
guess so,” Cody agreed. They stood
shoulder-to-shoulder against the wall, touching just enough to be
comforting. It wasn’t that Cody wasn’t
ready to be on his own, he was; he was looking forward to life at the
Academy. But he felt better having his
dad close for as long as he could.
Cody
glanced over at his dad, checking him surreptitiously for signs of
sadness. Jonah had started the trip from
Paradise well enough, able to crack jokes and make plans with Garrett for what
they were going to do after they dropped Cody off here, but he’d gotten quieter
and quieter the closer to Olympus they got.
Garrett was worried, Cody knew, and had a long list of things to do to
distract Jonah as soon as they were through here, at least half of which Cody
was convinced he didn’t want to know anything about. It was nice that his parents still really
liked each other, and Cody could barely remember when they hadn’t been together,
but ugh…did they have to show it all
the time? Even Robbie and Wyl thought it
was cloying, and they were almost as bad.
His dad stared out at the crowd,
brown hair pulled back at the nape of his neck, his stubble just barely there
today. He looked the same as he always
had, the same as he would for decades more.
Cody was surprised to see that they were close to the same height; Jonah
had a few inches on him, but he’d shot up last year and was even Garrett’s
height now, although he was still skinny, not broad like his dad. Cody nudged Jonah, and when his dad looked
over at him he grinned wide. Jonah shook
his head and chuckled.
“Excited, huh bucko?”
“Yes!” Cody couldn’t pretend otherwise. He was here, on Olympus, in the Central
System, getting ready to start at the best branch of the Academy there
was. Tamara had gone here, and she’d
loved it. Cody would be lying if he said
that her stories hadn’t played a large part in his decision to attend, but it
was the chance to do something special with his life. He might live a fraction of the time most
humans did, but he’d go non-stop for the time that he had.
“Good,” Jonah said, nudging him
back. “You better be, after this trip.”
“You act all put-upon, but you’re a
liiiaaar,” Cody song-songed at his dad.
“Garrett was going to get you back to the Central System for a weird,
adults-only vacation full of creative licentiousness no matter what I did.”
“Creative what?”
Cody held his hands up. “Hey, his description, not mine,” he
said. “I don’t want to know, seriously.”
“Hell, I barely want to know,”
Jonah sighed, but he was smiling now, and that was the whole point of bothering
him in the first place. “Garrett’s got
way too many weird ideas for me to keep up with him.”
“I think you’ll have fun,” Cody
replied. “It’ll be good for you, you
haven’t been anywhere but Pandora and Paradise since I was a kid.”
“You’re still a kid,” Jonah said,
but his heart wasn’t in it. “You packed
the private transmitter, right?”
“Of course I did, you guys spent
enough on it.” The private transmitter
would give Cody a way to call home without having to fight for the en-masse student
transmitters. It was barely permissible
by the rules, but Miles had cited medical necessity and gotten it included in
Cody’s list of allowable devices.
Speaking of which, after weeks of
getting used to it, Cody was finally starting to understand the neural implant
doctors had put in in Paradise. Most of
its functions were disabled, especially the ones that related to physical or
mental enhancement; cadets didn’t get to use props to help them maintain the
minimum standards of ability necessary to be in the Academy. Only once you got through the first four
years and became a specialist could you get the implants fully
reactivated. But it let Cody access the Academy’s
computers and project information onto a special contact in his eye by just
touching a terminal, and that was pretty amazing.
“How about—” Jonah began, but then
Garrett was back with not one, but two porters in tow.
“All right! You.”
He turned to the one on the left.
“Our ship is in berth I-57. Code
39-plt-22 for the lowest storage compartment, where you’ll find a large and
very heavy box that requires careful handling and needs to go to the cadet’s
motor pool, into the space reserved for Cody Helms. I suggest using a sled to get it there.” He touched the woman’s tablet and typed in a
ridiculous tip. “Thank you.”
Before the first one could leave he
turned to the other porter. “You get the
easy job. Here.” He hoisted Cody’s duffel bag off the ground
and passed it over to the man. “Take
this to Hebe Tower, level 1, quad 8, care of Cody Helms. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Oh no, please don’t ‘sir’ me,”
Garrett said with a shudder. He tapped
in another tip and then the porter was off.
Garrett turned back to his family with a smile. “Voila.”
“You’re the best,” Cody said
truthfully.
“I try,” Garrett replied, preening
a bit. Three people turned their way
when Garrett so much as moved, and Jonah rolled his eyes.
“I feel like I need to put a
tase-field around you,” he said, pulling Garrett close against his side. Garrett molded to him like liquid glass,
batting his overly-long eyelashes at his husband. Cody sighed and looked away as they started
kissing. Couldn’t they leave off just
for a little bit? Like until he was
gone?
A murmur in the crowd drew Cody’s
attention, and he looked toward the far end of the port. The ship sitting there was Federation, but it
had a strange emblem on it, a long thorn piercing two interlocked circles. Three people were walking down the gangplank
to meet—oh, wow, was that the admiral?
It had to be, he was surrounded by an honor guard in full Federation
regalia, and as Cody looked closer, he could see that two of the three people
exiting the ship were—
“The Perelan delegation,” Garrett
murmured by his side. “My father
mentioned that the Academy was getting its first Perel cadet this year. It’s a big deal; he’ll be only the second
alien ever admitted to the Academy, and the first graduated almost a century
ago.”
“Why is there a human with them?”
Cody asked, craning his neck to see better.
“That’s Captain Jason Kim. He’s a legend in diplomatic circles; he’s the
first human to be allowed access to Perelan.
He married one of them after they fell in love during the Perel’s year
abroad.”
Cody wracked his brain for the
little he knew about Perelan. “I thought
they didn’t allow that kind of thing.”
“Generally they don’t,” Garrett
agreed. “Captain Kim was a special
case. Robbie’s actually met him, says
he’s a nice man. Very calm and composed. Perels are empaths, so that must have been a
nice change from the rest of us humans.”
The crowd was moving toward the
delegation, clearing up the space around the three of them. “This is your chance to get to your quad
unmolested,” Garrett decided. “You
remember how to find it?”
“I’ve got the map in my head,” Cody
said, tapping right next to his eye.
“Perfect. Come here.”
Garrett pulled him in close for a hug, just as warm and soft as he
always was, and for a second Cody hated the fact that he was tall enough to
look Garrett in the eyes now. He felt
loved and safe and protected, and when Jonah joined in and wrapped both of them
up, it was all Cody could do to keep himself from tearing up.
It’s
fine, you can do this, you want this, he told himself firmly. He pulled back just a little and Garrett
kissed his cheek.
“You’ll do so well,” Garrett said,
smiling gently. “You’ll see. I love you.”
He kissed him again, then made room for Jonah.
Cody’s dad pressed a kiss to his
forehead, then ruffled his curls, no longer the golden yellow they’d been when
he was a kid, closer to brown now. “I’m
proud of you,” Jonah said. He looked
Cody up and down, like he was trying to memorize him in this moment. “You can call us whenever you want, we’ll
always answer. Miles and Claudia too,
they want to hear from you at least once a standard week. And don’t forget Lacey, okay? She’ll want to talk.”
“I won’t,” Cody promised. “Dad…”
“Yeah, bucko?”
Oh
fuck, tears, damn it. “I’ll miss
you. Love you guys.”
“Love you too.” They embraced again, and Cody really, really
had to go now if he was going to get out of this with his pride intact. He wasn’t
a baby, he didn’t cry just because he was leaving his parents for the first
time.
“I should go.”
“I guess you should.” They separated and Jonah immediately put his
arm around Garrett again, like he needed the contact with someone. He looked kind of lost, and Cody hated seeing
that look on his father’s face. Garrett
squeezed him and gave Cody a reassuring nod, though, and Cody steeled himself.
“Bye, guys. I’ll call you tonight, okay?”
“We’ll be waiting for it,” Garrett
said.
“Okay. Good.”
Cody turned around and started walking toward Hebe Tower, only barely
aware of the map projected against his eye.
Every step was like walking through a hurricane, so hard to move forward
that he almost turned and ran back after the first few feet. But no, he had to do this. Cody forced himself to keep moving, not to
even look back, because then he’d have to go back and hug them again and he
wouldn’t make it to his quad for hours.
It took about fifteen minutes to
reach Hebe Tower, where all the first and second-year cadets were housed. Usually the first-year cadets were put in the
higher, less convenient rooms, but Cody’s quad was on the ground floor. He wondered a little uneasily if that was
Miles’ influence. Then again, Cody didn’t
know anything about his quad-mates; it could be because of one of them. Either way, he found the apartment easily
enough, one of the coveted corner spaces.
The door was shut, but it opened at a touch of Cody’s hand. He went inside, and his eyes went wide.
It was a relatively small space,
smaller than his house back on Pandora but bigger than the inside of Garrett’s
ship. The central room was split between
the kitchen and a living area, there were two doors on either facing wall that
Cody assumed led to the bedrooms—two people per bedroom, two bedrooms per
quad. Each on had its own bathroom, so
at least Cody would only be sharing that with one person. Although from the look of this place, sharing wasn’t exactly the watchword.
Every surface was covered with
scientific equipment. Glassware,
elaborate piping, a multi-microscope that Garrett would probably kill for, and
what looked like a diffuser venting mist into the middle of the room. In the center of the chaos stood a slim young
man wearing a violently-purple lab coat and a full face mask, holding an
ion-torch over a glowing piece of metal.
He looked up as Cody entered the room.
“Finally,” he muttered, shutting
off the torch. He pushed his mask up,
revealing a heart-shaped face and bright blue hair. He looked Cody over and sighed. “Oh, you’re hopelessly binary, aren’t you?”
“Binary?” Cody asked, not at all
sure what was going on.
“Binary. Subscribing to one of the two prevailing
genders. Straight, from the look of your
hair and collar.” Cody touched his
collar self-consciously. “Your
girlfriend let you leave the planet looking like that?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Oh?” The boy looked mildly more interested. “Boyfriend?”
“Neither. I’m not…I haven’t dated anyone.”
“Then your parents dressed you like
that. Father and…” The boy came over and picked Cody’s hand up,
looking hard at his nails. “And another
father, judging from the state of your cuticles. Am I right?”
“Yes,” Cody said, both taken-aback
and interested. “How did you know?”
“You’re Cody, right?” Cody nodded, and the boy shrugged. “My guardian knew one of your fathers. I figured he couldn’t be utterly boring if
she was interested, so two fathers made sense, but you still ooze conservativeness,
so nothing more exciting than that. Your
hair could be fabulous, with those curls, but you leave it uncolored and dull, so
not showing off for anyone—I should have guessed about the dating thing. Still, your hands are in decent shape,
manicured at least. Your collar is very
traditionally done, but not crisp the way a military family or overbearing
mother would make it. It all adds up to,
well, you.” The boy didn’t look at all
impressed.
“What’s your name?’ Cody asked.
“Tiennan St. Florian. And before you start, I don’t care to be put
in a box, so don’t assume you know anything about me. I don’t identify as a boy or a girl, I’m just
Tiennan.”
Oh.
Well, Cody had some experience with that, thanks to long talks with
Tamara about some of the people she’d worked with. “That’s fine, but I’m gonna have problems
pronouncing your name,” Cody said.
Tiennan looked a little surprised,
but covered it quickly. “It’s easy. Tiennan.
Ti-enn-an.”
“Still not feeling it. How about I just call you Ten?”
“A number? You want to turn me
from a person into a number?”
Cody had to smile at the kid’s
affront. “I’m just trying to avoid
annoying you every time I get your name wrong.
Ten’s just a nickname. You could
give me one too, if my name wasn’t already about as short as it can go.”
“Why do you want to give me a
nickname?” Tiennan demanded. “You just
met me.”
Cody shrugged. “That’s why.
Did you see where the porter took my stuff?”
“Into the room on the right. You’re my roommate.”
“Great. I should probably go unpack, so…” Cody moved over and held out his hand. “I’m Cody Helms. Nice to meet you.”
“I already know your name,’ Tiennan
said, but ze shook anyway.
“Just being polite.”
“Oh. Well, nice to meet you, I suppose.” Ze let go and pulled hir face mask back
down. “I cleaned your bed off this
morning, but try not to disrupt anything, all right? I’ve got a system.”
“How long have you been here?’ Cody
asked, heading for the door.
“Almost a week. I was the first plebe to arrive.” The ion-torch started up again, and Cody knew
their conversation was over.
Cody opened the door to their room
and just…stared for a moment. If
anything, it was worse in here that it was in the common area. Trunks full of clothes lay haphazardly on the
floor, bits and pieces flung about like Ten had been searching for something
but hadn’t bothered to clean up once ze’d found it. There was more scientific equipment, a high
end holographic projector hanging from the ceiling, and on top of all of that
were pictures of molecules cycling through the air, complex chemical equations
racing after each other across the walls and floor. It made Cody a little dizzy to look at it.
His bed had his duffel bag on
it. That was all the room there was.
“Can I shut this off?” he called
through the open door.
“No! I’m running a virtual experiment to its end,
if you shut it off the whole program will restart. Don’t touch it.”
Cody shut his eyes tight, then
opened them again. Nope, no better. “Ten, seriously, at least turn off the visual
component, because I’m getting ill.”
“If I turn off the visual component
I won’t be able to watch the progress!”
“You’re not watching it anyway,”
Cody pointed out.
“Oh, fine.” Ten didn’t even have
to come into the room to make the adjustment.
He must be a lot better with his neural implant that Cody was.
“Thanks.”
“Mmph.”
Cody looked around at the mess,
then touched the wall above his bed. The
storage system came online, and he triggered the openings for his drawers and
closet. They were recessed, thankfully;
there was no way they’d be able to project into the room the way the floor was
right now. He hung up his uniforms and
the nice suit Claudia had bought him for his last birthday, then put away the
casual clothes and underwear. A space
above the head of his bed was for personal items, and Cody laid his personal
projector, loaded with all his books and shows and pictures, in it, along with
the actual framed one of him and his dads.
The good luck charm from Jack went in there too.
Jack was Cody’s other biological
father, but he and Jonah had split up when Cody was just a baby. Jack was a Drifter, traveling the universe in
a huge ship that housed thousands of people, all of them without a planet to
call home. Whenever Jack and Cody were
on Paradise at the same time, they got together. It was awkward, but Cody appreciated that
Jack never tried to act like his parent.
The good luck charm was a strand of wire strung with bits of rock and
crystal from dozens of different planets.
“It’ll keep you safe on a long voyage,” Jack had said when he gave it to
Cody. Drifters were superstitious,
something Cody really wasn’t, but he’d appreciated it all the same.
The other thing he had to lay in
there was the private transmitter, which was bigger than the rest but still,
even with all those things in the drawer, it looked kind of barren. Cody sighed and resolutely did not think of his Space Ranger action
figures back at home. He was way too old
for those…although he kind of regretted not bringing the red one with him, just
the one. He missed her monkey.
“How did you get permission to
bring that in here?” Ten said from
the door. Ze had a light voice that
would have sounded nice if ze wasn’t being so abrupt and demanding with it all
the time.
“What?” Cody asked, jolted out of
his memories. “Oh, the transmitter?” He shrugged.
“Big family.”
Ten nimbly made hir way around the
piles on the floor and sat down on Cody’s bed.
Ze held hir hand out imperiously and Cody gave hir the transmitter to
look at. “This is military grade,” ze
murmured. “You could get a signal all
the way out to the Fringe with this.”
“That makes sense, since that’s
where I’m from.”
Ten looked up at Cody. “And you wanted to come here? The Federation
presence in the Fringe is minimal at best, what do you owe them?”
Cody had to smile. Ten got worked up so fast, it was kind of
hilarious. “I just wanted to do something
with my life.”
“No no no, science is doing something with your life. Research
is doing something with your life.
Joining the monolith that is the Federation military is what you do when
you’re boring and have no other choice.
Even art school would be better.”
“Why’re you here, then?”
Ten looked down at the bed. “I didn’t have a choice. My guardian sent me here to keep me out of
trouble. A few minor, very contained
explosions and the next thing you know, none of the universities want you. I’m probably the youngest person in our
class.”
“How old are you?”
“Seventeen.”
Cody grinned. “Me too!”
Ten looked surprised. “How did you get in so early? I was in advanced curriculum and didn’t have
anywhere else to go, but you don’t seem so advanced.”
Cody didn’t bother getting
offended. He had the feeling that this
was just how Ten was. “Special
dispensation. Plus I passed the entrance
exams.”
Ten huffed. “You mean your family has connections. I despise nepotism.”
No,
it’s because I’m a natural, Cody wanted to say, but he’d been warned
against letting a lot of people know his condition, and he’d just met Ten,
after all. He shrugged instead.
Ten actually understood the social
cue and changed the subject. “Have you
met your sponsor yet?”
“No.”
“Check your messages. There’s probably one waiting for you from
whoever it is. They’re supposed to meet
with us on our first day here to answer questions and help us get settled.” Ten frowned.
“Not that mine was any use. He
took one look at my luggage and asked to change plebes. I told him to go fuck himself.”
“What, really?”
“Mmhmm.” Ten looked pleased with hirself. “He almost got me written up for that, but I
convinced the monitor to go easy on me since it was my first day. Now we avoid each other, but I didn’t need
his help in the first place, so it’s fine.
Yours might be better, though.”
Ten waited expectantly.
Cody felt like an idiot. “How do I check my messages?”
“Really? Oh my, you are from the Fringe, aren’t you? Hand on the wall.” Cody complied. “Now open the Academy program in your head.”
It pulled up reluctantly, still
open to the Tower maps. “There’s an icon
shaped like an arrow. Look at it.” After a bit of searching Cody found it in the
corner, glowing red. He looked at it and
suddenly a message screen appeared.
“Oh, got it.” He skimmed through them until he found the
one labeled SPONSOR. “She wants to meet
me in Hephaestus Tower.”
“What? How did you get a
specialist as a sponsor? Hephaestus
Tower is where the scientists and engineers live. I am so jealous of you right now,” Ten
complained. “Think out a response to her
message and send it. Don’t worry, the
program stops spare thoughts from slipping in.”
It was hard, but Cody managed to
spell out a simple note to let his sponsor know he was coming. “Got it,” he said with a sigh after a minute.
“Took you long enough,” Ten said,
staring at the bed again. “You should
probably get going now, Hephaestus Tower is on the other side of the Academy
compound.”
“I will. Thanks for the help, Ten.” Cody slid off the bed and made his way back
to the common room. “See you later!” he
yelled, then left the quad with a little sigh of relief.
***
Tiennan sat silently for a moment,
staring at where hir roommate had just been.
That had gone much better than ze’d anticipated. Cody Helms might be on the dull side, but at
least he didn’t seem to object to hir.
That was…surprising.
So was his sponsor. Family connections or not, plebes just didn’t
rate specialists as sponsors. Even Tiennan
had only rated a second-class cadet, despite hir precocious history. So there had to be something about Cody that
made him special. Tiennan was determined
to find out what it was.
Later, though. Once hir experiment was done running.
Great beginning. I think Cody is going to have some very interesting experiences. Can't wait until he meets his other two suitemates.
ReplyDeleteHi Avid!
DeleteOh, the boys will be explosive together. It's going to be fun.
LOVED IT!!! This is such a great start, I can hardly wait for more.
ReplyDeleteYay Jana! Thanks for reading, hon, glad you like it so far.
DeleteGreat start. Tiennan is definitely going to be interesting.
ReplyDeleteI have big plans for Ten. Big plans for Cody too; I'm still working out the plot as far as the other guys are concerned, but I'll make everyone well-rounded. :)
DeleteOh how fast Cody grew up. I enjoyed this opening g salvo. Looking forward to Tuesdays.
ReplyDeleteI know, I remember writing him as a five year old. Sigh. And if I was a truly giving person, I would post this on Mondays to make them brighter, but I just don't have the faculties ;)
DeleteI've been saving this post all week as my Friday-night treat (because that's how I like to spend Friday nights in one of the greatest cities in the world - surfing t'internet. I'm *that* cool :-) )
ReplyDeleteIt reminded my of my first day at university - all excited and scared at the same time... And I wonder if Ten will turn out to be a bit of a sweetie under all that snark? :-)
VC!!!
DeleteAw, we spend Fridays the same way:) I'm glad the story could be a treat for you. I've got plans for Ten, for sure; I don't write unremitting assholes very well, so there's got to be layers.