musetime | I sail on new beginnings

[It's the first day of the flight simulator for the new recruits. Probably a lot of hopeful and bright eyed teens who are still naive enough to be excited to be at Garrison. Not that Garrison was bad or anything. If you wanted to be a pilot or anything in terms of the future in flight and space travel, Garrison was where one wanted to be at.

And everyone always look forward to the flight simulator.

It's why they're all whispering and speaking to each other as they wait for the instructor to show up. Probably don't care that they can be seen from above by the other instructors and other staff.

There was already a lot of word and rumor who it might be based on who they already had as instructors. There was also word getting around that Garrison had recently employed a new instructor. Youngest they've had and skills unparalleled. Everyone only immediately quiets down when they hear the sound of someone clearing their throat.

It's probably surprising when the person standing in a nicely pressed uniform isn't even as tall as many of the students. Despite that, the violet eyes were piercing and the way he held himself was impressive for his stature. His hair was a decent length, pulled back into a messy ponytail.] I'm going to be your instructor and oversee all flight simulations. You will refer to me as Instructor Kogane and only as that. You will also probably be seeing me at times for hand to hand combat training, but I will be ensuring that you will be up to snuff to be able to soar.

[Most would know him as one of the youngest to ever leave Earth's atmosphere. Some would know his reputation as a student before too. Whispers that he had been a bit of a problem child while attending. That he had a bit of an attitude and that he definitely did not play friendly.

Mostly, no one could deny that he had the skills and that he was ideal for ensuring that the fledglings would become more than that.] Are there any questions before we start proper?

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Yeah, are your pants from space?

[And there, in the back of the room, sandwiched between his two groaning, ever-present companions, is the current problem child: Lance. Though, granted his problems are less of the "tempermental, hotheated youth" type and more of the "obnoxious loudmouth dumbass" type.

Case in point: the first half of an extremely cheesy pick-up line, accompanied by a loud snicker and a defiant smirk, right at "Instructor Kogane".]

[To Keith's credit, he doesn't sigh like he wanted to. Instead, the students open a path as Keith strides towards Lance.

It's too bad that Keith had never really gotten better about his temperament and he can't say that "obnoxious loudmouth dumbass" types are close to his favorite kinds of people. If anything, they're what gets him irritated the fastest.]

What's your name cadet?

[Well, everyone's turning and staring at him, and Lance never does better than when he has an audience. Besides, he's gone too far to go back now, even if his friends are facepalming and/or pretending they don't know him.

So he straightens up a little from where he's slouched against the wall, hands in his pockets, smirking smugly at Keith. They're almost the same size, but Lance has the sliiiiightest height advantage and you can bet it makes him even more smug.]

Lance. [He purposefully doesn't give his last name, which would be much more respectful.] Want my phone number too?

[His expression doesn't change much, but his brows do furrow and he either feels a headache coming because he has to deal with this idiot or his temper fraying. It's not hard to do the latter and the former can probably happen at the same time. Maybe it's both.

Keith just holds his hand out for Lance to shake it.] seems like Galaxy Garrison brings in all sorts from all over the world, huh? [He doesn't answer Lance's question about phone number. Shake the hand, Lance.]

[Lance blinks a couple times because a) wow this guy is hot b) wow he's not getting super pissed off and c) WOW THIS GUY IS HOT. He glances to and fro a couple times, then slooooowly reaches out to take the offered hand.]

Uh. I guess.

[And Lance will find himself being flipped and thrown over Keith's back and having his back slammed against the ground. Keith apparently is fine with manhandling his students.]

Welcome to Galaxy Garrison. You have any questions?

[He looks down at the other with his head slightly tilted and a smirk on his face.]

I'm here to teach people who want to be pilots, not clowns.

[Lance lets out an extremely embarrassing squeak as he's flipped, eyes wide as he stares upwards at Keith. He is super pissed. No, wait, he's super turned on. No, wait, he's both.

What comes out, soft and strangled, is:] Holy shit you could totally benchpress me.

[Keith's grin only widens a bit and there's something so vibrant about those violet eyes.] I mean, yeah, I could. This isn't physical training though. This is a flight simulation class.

Get back up, cadet. You're slowing down the first day of class already.

[Lance grumbles something under his breath, still in that weird place between turned on and annoyed, but sits up and brushes himself off.] Okay, okay, keep your pants on. ...or, y'know, don't. I'm cool with both.

You're going to have to try harder for that kind of line. [Lance, don't take that as an actual challenge from the other. He's an instructor. Don't try and flirt with the instructor.]

As I was saying, I'll be the one overseeing all your flight simulation performances. Today is only an introduction and you won't be going in to actually perform today. We'll be letting some of the advanced students that volunteered to show off a bit, but so that you can get a good idea of what to expect.

If we have time, I'll consider demoing too.

[Lance is still sprawling on his back, watching Keith walk away, but at the mention of showing off, he vaults to his feet.]

Oh! Oh, I'm totally advanced, let me do it!!!

[Keith rolls his eyes and he turns to face the other.]

Really, now? You think you can wow your peers? When I mean advanced, I mean those that are of a higher class than this current group.

[Lance scoffs, squaring his shoulders and meeting Keith's gaze -- which is pretty easy, cause at his full height the guy's still an inch or so shorter than his cadet.]

I think I can wow anyone and anything you throw at me, sir.

[Keith's expression doesn't change and his gaze doesn't move as he regards the other.]

Alright, fine. Since you seem so sure of yourself, why not?

[Lance, why.]

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