
Arkanis awaited below, jewel of the Regency Worlds, covered in its endless clouds that poured rain over its surface. It was the anchor of one of the Confederacy's most prestigious naval academies, and a beautiful sight that all who had the honor of being called its cadets would grow familiar with.
The Confederacy, ever growing, was home to some of the best pilots and crews to be found in the galaxy, and the Arkanis Naval Academy was charged with shaping these men and women into the formidable force they were today. New recruits, recent graduates, seasoned flyers - all had reason to be in the place where their service to the Confederate navy had begun. A new day was starting in the Academy, and as all those who called it home began to rise and prepare for the tasks ahead, the almost constant buzzling of chatter and movement would begin to fill the corridors and common areas, spacers of all kinds finding their way to their respective stations or classes.
There was one hangar bay in particular which seemed to be remarkably active today.
No one would ever argue that cooperation was nothing short of vital for those tasked with traversing through space and ensuring the safety of the Confederacy from threats of a devastating kind. Orchestrating the movement of a group of ships was a precise art that required ability, coordination, and most importantly - practice. This rang all the more true for the brave who joined the Starfighter Corps, piloting the most maneuverable of spacecrafts alongside their squadron mates.
Today, the Academy prepared to receive its pilots. New squadrons would be being formed, and so a test of skill as well as teamwork was in order. Fighters lined the hangar bay, mechanics and supervisors finishing their rounds as the pilots arrived. From Ensigns to Colonels, squads were assigned and slowly those who had received the summon would begin to gather in the bay. Soon they would take to the stars.
