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Two hours in, the "enemy"—automated drones designed to simulate high-speed raiders—ambushed them. Kaelen’s brute-force approach failed immediately. He tried to blast through a narrow choke point, but the drones were too fast, pinning the squad down behind a collapsing bulkhead.

Back at the barracks, the silence was heavy. Kaelen looked at Leo, then at his own massive hands. He didn't apologize—that wasn't the Aristo way—but he did clear a spot at the head of the mess hall table. "Sit down, Tactician," Kaelen said, sliding a tray over. Two hours in, the "enemy"—automated drones designed to

The squad moved through the freezing mist, picking off the blinded drones with ease. They reached the extraction point with seconds to spare, the only squad in the year to finish with zero "casualties." Back at the barracks, the silence was heavy

He jammed the spike in. A low hiss filled the corridor, followed by a thick, white fog that rolled across the floor. Below, the rhythmic clicking of the drones turned into frantic, erratic searching. "Now!" Leo shouted from the rafters. "Sit down, Tactician," Kaelen said, sliding a tray over

The turning point came during the mid-term gauntlet. It was a live-fire navigation exercise through the Iron Forest, a dense web of rusted machinery and jagged steel. His squad was led by Kaelen, a mountain of a man who believed every problem could be solved with a thermal detonator.

"I’m going to vent the coolant lines," Leo said, his voice surprisingly steady. "The drones track heat signatures. If I flood the floor with liquid nitrogen, they’ll go blind. Then we move."

"We're going to get wiped," one cadet hissed, shielding his face from sparks.