Cadet Corps Aot Novels & Stories

The way he chuckled told me he knew exactly why I’d stopped at the open hallway overlooking the training ground. Sixteen cadets were down there with my loyal, fierce Commander, training in groups. The exercise was simple but effective for building real teamwork something that would be tested during the trials. We just weren’t revealing the rules too early for entertainment’s sake. There they were… my great warriors and future heirs to the Trials. Watching them work together brought a genuine smile to my face.

Dorin heard the rest of the cadets say. “Only cadets and students with a valid permission slip from a Colonel or General may be excused and allowed to break the curfew.” Gen. Benette added. “For further questions, as well as the procurement of badges for new cadets, please go to your captains or other officers of higher rank.” the General looked over the students one last time before he said his last words. “You are all dismissed.” “Dorin!” Xander called to the young wind mage, “Where are you going after this? Do you mind joining us for dinner?”

The cadets quickly hopped out of their mechs and performed some simple maintenance, which gave them a chance to rest. Meanwhile, Eva and Chengli headed to the command tent to report in. There, they found a number of cadets circled around a holo-display of the enemy base as well as the area surrounding it. Everyone noticed when they came in, and quickly acknowledged them. As the two scanned the room, it became clear that these cadets were all the squad leaders for their squadrons, and that one of them was their unit leader. Albeit, he was self-appointed. "I'm unit leader Grizz," he said sharply, "this is my command, and my word is law, got it?"

That’s why I joined the Cadet Program. You see, the Cadet program was created about 50 years ago to help train warriors. Ghost Pack had just ended a war and had many casualties, and many buildings were destroyed. The war showed the former Alpha that his pack members weren’t trained well enough, and weren’t prepared to defend themselves and their pack.

Jackson asks, looking around at the group. As one, they all chant “yes sir!” and break into two smaller groups with Jesse and another Cadet standing to the side. “What’s happening?” I whisper to Rafe, curious. “Two strike teams,” he murmurs, bending to the side a little towards me as he gestures towards the two groups of Cadets. “One advance and one reserve. And then Jesse,” he says, pointing to our cousin, who is crouching by the supplies and strapping on his own set of weapons, “is advance scout.”