Things are looking up and down

[Anonymous]

Sota looked back down at the slip of paper that told her the room number that was in front of her. Just a few weeks in and she had been assigned to a mentor, a Pilot. From what she had heard not everyone had a mentor so she guessed she should feel honored but she had also heard that mentors were hardly a free ride in this program, her efforts and failures would reflect on the Pilot.

Before knocking on the door Sota tried to get a feeling on if this was a good step or a bad step to take, not that she had much choice, but ever since coming here both her nerves and her senses had been on high alert. Getting any sort of reaction when she was calm was hard enough at the moment she could properly walk in front of a train and not get any warning.

Here goes nothing thought Sota as she took a deep breath and knocked firmly on the door.
“Candidate Ketos, here as instructed to see Pilot Hamilton” Sota took a step back and stood up strait as she waited. Sota was starting to get cramps in her back after having to stand up strait these first few weeks, it was bound to get better over time as she got used to it bit it didn’t stop her from thinking that they would have been better fitting their uniforms with metal supports sewn into the backs.

[Anonymous]

It was always nice to get a new candidate. Bart liked them, liked helping them. He did hate having to meet in classrooms though. So inconvenient. His office would be so much more uncomfortable, but candidates couldn't come up to the Citadel.

Leaning against the teachers desk, Bart took a long drag of his cigarette, his clothes ruffled and a bit of stubble on his face. He never bothered much with his appearance unless he had too. He looked over his new candidate and smiled, "So, yer mah new 'un, huh." His voice was a slow drawl, common to some of the lower middle caste areas, "Its nice ta meet ya. 'M Pilot Hamilton. Bart fer short. How ya been likin' it here?"