Face of Deception Pt. 2

Here you will learn the functions of a standard ship, and how to navigate it, and fight with it. You will learn various strategies and techniques, like which type of navigation to use in which situation. You will also learn the names and the controls of every function on that ship!" He shouted. That was odd. It would seem that written or typed assignments would be necessary to remember all the controls. Eric remembered the H60. It was truly a grand ship, with the control panel that was so intricate and luminous.

"I want you each to board a ship with another person!" Valderama instructed. Then he added, "Don’t even think about trying anything. The controls have been temporarily jammed, for I removed the transmitter that allows memory that is pressed on the button to perform the chosen operation on the ship. If you want to build one of these yourself… too bad! I am not going to help you in that field at all! This class is Air Navigation and Battle, and that is all I will teach you." Valderama muttered bitterly. "You do not just get onto the ship. There is a proper way to board it. You first use a remote that should be right next to your ship, and press the red button in the middle that says ‘Unlock and Open.’ These ships do not have invisibility locks, but you can easily purchase them. After you open it, step onto the ramp, and board it. Sit in the seat provided. Do not simply seat yourself on the floor!" He hissed, and allowed the students to get to work.

Eric looked around the classroom, trying to find someone. Anyone. Anyone would do if he could get away from Lance. Felding was an utter madman. He was pacing about, still, whispering things to himself, and still holding his hands behind his back. Eric found a young man, with silvery-blonde hair, and light blue eyes. Almost everything about him was very pale. Veins appeared on the boy’s face, and they streaked across his forehead. Well… he would do. Eric approached him.

"Hello." He said. The man looked at him questionably.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"I’m… another student." Eric said.

"No… what’s your name?" He said.

"My name? Eric Metsen. What’s yours?" Eric asked. The man’s eyes grew considerably wider.

"I’m Brent Frandeurve. My father… never mind." The boy said.

"No… you can tell me." Eric said, as he and Brent boarded one of the aircrafts.

"How do I know I can trust you?" He asked.

"I don’t know… but take my word for it!" He said. For studying in law school for an entire year, he was not very charismatic. "I have secrets, too. You have to trust me that I will not spread this anywhere else." Eric spoke with sincerity.

"Very well. But if this does get out, I’ll know where to look for the source of it all." Brent glared at Eric.

"My father is…" Brent then looked about to make sure no one else was about, and then he said, "the leader of the New Resistance. My grandfather was the leader of the Old Resistance, back when he was alive. He was around seventy-five at the time. He was hunted down and killed, same with the rest of the Resistance. None now live who were from the Old Resistance, save for the few that defected into the Order to escape death." Brent said.

"My father was also a member of the Resistance. He was one of the head technicians." Eric said.