Journal of Theodopholus Alexander

[Chrystoph]

Mister Alexander crawled into bed, exhausted.

Between courses in Astrogation, Shiphandling and Engineering, running five miles a day, small arms and boarding tactics training, and a hundred other things, the Academy was proving to be just as dogged as his older brother had promised.

On the bright side, he had been drafted into being an Assistant Instructor in the Social curriculum. Being raised in Bretonia's upper crust allowed him to help the other Midshipmen to learn proper social graces, which forks to use, etc. It didn't get him out of anything else or grant any special priveleges, but, at least there, he didn't feel like a total novice.

Added to that was dodging people hoping to make "connections" because of who he was. Theo was by no means shy, but he had learned at a young age that there were people that wanted to be "friends" not for friendship's sake, but for advantage. He'd slowly been getting to know some of the other middies, but it was a cautious process.

His last thought before drifting off was to set his N-Net to wake him 15 minutes earlier so he could polish his boots.

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We all have an Angelic and a Demonic side. Use of them determines good or evil in the end.