“You’ll be wet-wired with 27 implants whilst genetic re-sequencing changes the colour of your blood.
Your bones will no longer break under G’s, your flesh will no longer boil in vacuum and your minds will no longer suck in combat. Your personalities will combine with your ship, you will become a machine of war, a Starfighter. And in those moments, those heartbeats in which a world of ocean could be boiled or the entire course of humanity irrevocably altered by the most mundane of your assets; I will teach you how not to lose your shit.
And yes, we will fold the fabric of the universe, breathe the atmosphere of suns and use the echo’s from possible futures to experience a reality so vast that your experiences of everything up until now will be like that of an unborn child.
But understand this, our enemy is formidable, they are intelligent, experienced, highly motivated and have been watching us for a very long time.
I am Topley and I will be your instructor. In a Strike Squadron you will need to know many things, but above all, you will learn one thing so well that in the darkest crevices in your mind, a purpose etched with the clarity of a diamond can chime like a bell, delivering you from a certain, meaningless death.
That purpose is Chaos; You are the harbingers of Chaos. Deliver this onto the enemy and you will control. Repeat! Chaos is their confusion and my control.”
The room jarred as the recruits barked back the phase to the instructor.
“That was your introduction, I will see you again in several days, until then, dismissed.”