Chapter Nine

The next few months followed the pattern of that first week. The addition of TacSim practice made the afternoons more interesting. The team wasn't always good at taking orders, but they knew enough in their own right to pull through most of their own blunders. And where they didn't Petra could handle things. Chesi was a bit behind tacticly, so she usually got the throw-away assignments. She understood, she didn't always like it, but she understood.

Otan still didn't treat her as well as some of the more physical students. She could hardly blame him, It wasn't like she was hardly working her hardest on it. He knew it, they both understood that trying to make her into a warrior was about as likely as her making him the captain of the Imperial Guard.

Kotel actually had a fluid curriculum. She, Vlad, and Chesi had been given homework assignments, just trying to be more aware of their suroundings at all times; unfocused psionics. In class their job was to shatter other student's mental defenses in order to encourage long-term growth. Something the three of them had no need to worry about, Professor Kotel had yet to break any of their defenses; in fact he'd admitted that he was half-afraid to try Petra's mind.

Gnogg was not only a complete jerk, he was also fundamentaly useless to her. She got more out of the spell books than his class. If she wasn't required to attend the class she would have spent that time in the library and actually learned something. She was actually working on an illusion spell that would let her do that. With a few tweeks she'd even be able to control it psioniclly, use it to answer questions and perform basic spells. It was the most perfect sort of multi tasking.

And after six months, she was looking forward to finally having her first TacSim match. Degol had scheduled them to debut against a second year team on saturday.