LPI Leavenworth

[Zapp]

Due to Johns experience in the military, and his useless leg notwithstanding, he was instantly put into the Commander rank. Because of the new lack of physical activity, he started putting on weight. He didnt like it, but then again, he didnt like much about his new life. The incompetence level in the LPI was so high that he felt like taking them by the scruff of the neck and shaking some sense into them. He even did once or twice, but it never worked.

Then he saw them in a training exercise, and felt like shooting himself in the head.

A swarm of Liberators streaked towards a few Wolfhounds. The Wolfhounds would have died fast if the Liberators had had any coordination, or skill, or anything. However, the Liberators fought like a bunch of five year olds having a temper tantrum with space-superiority fighters. Two collided in a fiery explosion, escape pods launching. Still others show erratically, being hunted down as they screamed into their comms.

John stood leaning on a cane, staring out the window of the training base in amazement. Matt Myers, the Deputy Chief, stood next to him, wiping a tear from his eye.

Its so beautiful. Normally they do a lot worse.

John was dumbstruck. Then the SWAT training started, and his jaw hit the floor. The Havoc 2s were worse, being cumbersome and armed with light LPI weaponry, not the military-grade Supernova cannons. They never stood a chance, the lone Rogue Gunboat ripping them apart with Basic turrets.

Youre joking, right? THIS is the LPI? John was a tad overwhelmed. He sat down in the chair behind him hard.

Ayup. We be da worst o da worst, n our SWAT be pathetic. Does me proud, it does.

John already could tell he didnt like Matt, but he kept it to himself.