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Chapter 33
20 “There is no class on the fifth day of next week because of Rockshot,” Ryker said. Austin looked up from his tablet full of notes on propulsion and advanced dogfighting tactics. What did she say? Rockshot? “Think of Rockshot as a fun little competition as you near the end of another series of classes,” she said. “Rockshot is also worth a hefty share of points toward graduation—if you win.” Points had been the hot topic in the weeks since the Tizona-Lobera combat sim competition. Austin and his other classmates had officially graduated past probationary recruit and had become pilot trainees. In order to earn Legion wings and become a full Naval pilot, a recruit had to earn one hundred points. Since points were granted for anything from classwork to sim time to actual flight time in a
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