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16 “You are lazy, incompetent newbs who will never be able to fly!” Austin resisted the urge to glance at the other students, knowing it would draw criticism from Lieutenant Maddox. For the past three weeks, Maddox, with his brooding wide shoulders and closely cropped hair, had been barking orders at the students during their sidearm training. Austin would have enjoyed firing the laser pistol at the station’s gun range if it weren’t for Maddox, who seemed to possess the powerful ability to make everything seem like a chore. Following the first week of class, Ryker’s flight instruction would dismiss after lunch into Maddox’s hands to learn the basics of firing a laser pistol. Whenever they flew on a mission, Legion pilots were required to carry their own sidearm. Before the training, Au