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The school was abuzz with energy and excitement as their teachers geared up for a new event that their economics teacher had seemingly prepared. About a hundred young women from senior positions in the school had gathered in the stands of the school's outdoor area. It was a delightful day, so why not take advantage of the lovely weather. The girls were a menagerie of delightful creatures, Satyrs, Catgirls, Foxgirls, a few Angels and Devils mixed into the group, but most of the crowd were various flavours of Elf. The girls were all arranged tallest in the back, shortest in front, so everybody could easily see. Their uniforms, all crisp and fresh coloured in a blue and grey made neat. Some girls shuffled uncomfortably, as it was the height of summer and they had been ordered to wear their uniforms today as opposed to normal wear. The school's dress code was casual, but today was apparently a special day.
And sure enough, their Economics teacher, Mrs Emily Belle, wandered down from the school into view - wearing a military uniform. The students all gasped to see her like this, neat, tidy, hair pinned up and in a form fitting, but still very official; looking tan and grey officers uniform. Some girls didn't even believe their eyes, unsure of who it was they were looking at until those sweet green eyes and red hair gave it away. Usually Mrs Bell wore loose dresses, yoga gear or other more practical outfits for the time of year, to see her like this was nothing short of a shock. Button jacket, white blouse, hair tied up and neatly brushed. She was almost unrecognisable. Ms Belle walked up and stood in front of the class, giving her bewildered students and faculty a proper Navy Salute as her greeting.
"Good morning ladies!" She yelled excitedly and snapped everyone back to reality.
"Good morning Mrs Belle!" All the girls greeted back, the voices that followed a beautiful melodious mixture from all the races present.
"So, I'm very certain why we are all in full uniform on a warm summer day, and that's because I have finally managed to convince my military husband to help with some school work for all of you." She said.
A few students whispered to each other 'Wait, she's married?' and others said 'Oh no... I smell pop quiz season.' among other things.
"And yes we all know that quarterly exams are coming up, and the district has decided that for the sake of extra credit towards your year, we will indeed be facing a pop quiz next week." Ms Belle said, receiving a groan from the crowd.
The teachers all smirked in response to the groan, although this wasn't the best performing school in the state, everyone's GPAs could use a bit of a boost. Which meant more funding for the school, and better circumstances for everyone concerned.
"But this pop quiz is not on any form of curriculum in the textbooks. We all know by now the 'field trips' organized by other schools across the country, such as the Tank Racing exhibition from ST Mary's, and the exhibition of the USS Iowa made by Grover Central High. We however, do not have the budget or parental approval to do that as of yet. So I figured instead, I would bring the field trip here." She said, gaining a very sinister smirk.
All the students shared concerned glances, and all their teachers became very alert at the suggestion. The sound of engines and whining turbines suddenly filled the air as a dropship appeared over the town, and with little ceremony, landed on the field with its back to the crowd. The grass on the field got a bit scorched up, but still it landed gently, the ramp opening up. Mrs Belle casually waited for its engines to die before she pointed at the top of the stairs leading to the schools classrooms.
"Ladies, please would you all stand in salute, for my husband, Lord Commissar Derek Belle!" She yelled.
The girls all shrieked half in surprise and half in amazement as a seven foot tall Terran soldier appeared from the top of the stands out of the shadows. He wore a uniform reminiscent of a SWAT uniform, mixed with the trappings and style of the Roman Legion, brandishing a SWAT ballistic shield in his left hand, and a heavy Gladius sword in the other. He wore the official emblems and insignias, badges and serial numbers associated with the now universally famed Terran Military Police units. The very same super-soldiers that assisted in their escape from the dying world many years prior. Most girls were still infants or still inside their mothers when the rescue happened, so most didn't know, but all the teachers present snapped to salute and shed a tear at the sight of that all too distinct uniform.
The soldier stood next to Ms Belle, and the contrast was incredible. He towered over her at seven feet tall, while she barely managed five foot two. The students also noted the fact he was a soldier, and was heavily armed, some students growing increasingly nervous at the sight of a heavy stun baton holstered behind him, with a heavy .44 calibre handgun hanging from his holster. He stood to attention, stomping his right foot with a thud, slamming his shield down and holding the blade up against his chest with a thump. The girls all stood to attention and saluted as they were told.
Then, his booming voice spoke up from behind his heavy helmet. "And from the left side, USSMC Field Commander, James Taggart... Terran Legionnaires!" He yelled, directing all the girls to the sight of a Terran soldier emerging from the dropship.
A rather tall man stepped out in full military uniform, sporting a heavy armoured powered exosuit, heavy anti tank rifle holstered on his back, with his uniform insignia bearing the logo of the now infamous Terran Marine Corps. He casually jogged over to where Derek was standing and performed the traditional Marine Corps Salute. The Legionnaires uniform was less distinct, basically the standard Army Uniform, just rebuilt into a set of powered armour. It was all these guys generally needed, owing to the fact that the anti tank rifle on his back was standard issue.
Mrs Belle then smiled and introduced the next person as they appeared from the dropship. This one, a female, wearing dark blue robes and a heavy backpack sporting various mechanical appendages and heavy cybernetic augmentation. She didn't walk down the ramp, rather she stood atop a small mechanical spider platform that did the walking for her.
"From the Great Army of the Grand Republic, say hello to Captain Sarah Jane Anders, Master Mechanist from the Jovian Protectorate!" She said, smiling at her friend.
The woman smiled back at Mrs Belle and stood next to her. The next person to exit the dropship was another woman, this one significantly younger looking with strangely familiar striking red hair. She didn't walk out, she floated, her eyes glowing ominously as she did, effortlessly gliding across the grass towards the crowd. She wore a cloak or robe of some kind, a strange metallic, cyber halo wrapped around her head. She didn't salute, she instead just floated up to Mrs Belle and grabbed her for a very cute hug. The two women shared a smile and a giggle before Mrs belle finally introduced her.
"My little sister, Jessica Belle, Scion from the Neptunian Coalition Psionics Corps!" She said with a smile.
This caused everyone, even Derek to look at her with a modicum of surprise. Then the last person left the ship, this one a male, looking strangely ordinary. He jogged over and waved hello with a smile. He looked strangely normal compared to his compatriots. Then he pointed up at the sky, and snapped his fingers. A gigantic starship, likely a battlecruiser class warship, suddenly appeared from hyperspace, all bearing the same logos and insignias that he wore on his casual clothes.
"And finally, a buddy of mine from University, Caliban Sanders, Juno Drive Yards Coursair!" Mrs Belle yelled happily and gave her old buddy a hug.
Caliban saluted, snapping his fingers again causing the ship high above to fire all of its cannons, the puffs of smoke and fire creating a display of beautiful light rather than deadly fire, the cannons firing coloured smoke shells to create an interesting display. The display definitely didn't go unnoticed, as Federation warships quickly appeared shortly afterwards and surrounded the warship. Caliban just chuckled and paid more attention to the school.
"Today, you are going to learn the hows, the whys, the whats, and the whens, and later face a pop quiz. If we get your GPA's up, we can get the funding we need to organize more of these events. More opportunity to learn, more chance to expand, and more growth for the school itself. We can afford to hold more students and hire more teachers. But, we have to justify the expenditure beyond just the principle of education. You actually have to prove that the funding is going to the education of the students, that's why this exists. Maybe, we can spur you all on to study harder and be more involved. But, that's in the future. Today, its time to learn!" Mrs Belle announced with a smile and gave her students a polite salute. The others all followed suit.
The girls all ran down to their teacher and did girly things, fawning over her uniform and barraging her with questions while the five officers got set up. Caliban used his near infinite resources to quickly set up a microphone and speaker system to better cater to the lesson. Everyone quickly settled when everything was ready, returning to their seats with a supp...
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