Two months had passed.
A ray of light unusually shown through Vega's small pod window. Vega woke up to see a nicely prepared and folded bundle of clothes, which turned out to be his uniform. His trainee uniform. He was going to become a soldier, or maybe even a commander. He could feel it deep in his bones. The feeling was strange and irreplaceable.
The uniform was grey and black and had turquoise and dark neon blue lights leading up the sides, the brightness level changing with the room's lighting. It was like a sensor of some sort, nearly as futuristic as everything else. No pants, no shirt. Full-body gear. Vega looked like he could be completely prepared to run out into battle. There were also knee-high black boots that were like the ones he seen Aero wearing.
He was extremely pleased when he put the outfit on. The lights were nearly the same shade as the light blue streaks in his hair, as well as the black. It made his eyes glisten and his pupils dilate as he gazed at the mirror in front of him, nearly getting lost in his own reflection before he heard a loud knock on the door.
Little to his surprise, it was Aero this time. Alistair probably sent him.
"C'mon, Vega. We have to get put on teams today," Aero mumbled, then staring at the boy from head to toe. "We're already late."
There was a brief silence that didn't seem to linger.
"Well, I see that you got your new uniform," he continued on, grinning. "It looks nice! I remember when I had a uniform like that. If you're lucky, it won't last long and you'll be promoted to a new team or something."
It was obvious that Vega was lost in Aero's words, not understanding a single one of them. He hadn't been there long enough to adjust to all of these spacey terms, and it sure would take him a while to learn.
"Oh, um... Okay," Vega smiled. He pretended like he got it before turning to Aero and leaving his room.
The two boys started to walk down a steel-plated walkway that lead to who knows where. It seemed to carry on forever, yet the destination was close.
Aero didn't seem to say much on the way to wherever he was going. His mind was somewhere else, but he pretended to be happy. His screen was darker than it usually was, and that didn't change, either. He would glare straight forward, walking in a linear line. His sight didn't turn to Vega at all, but his tone of voice was the same.
"Is something wrong, Aero?" Vega asked, leaning in front of him.
"No, not at all. I'm just thinking. Is that so bad?" Aero said, his voice sounding suddenly disgruntled. His sarcasm seeped through his words.
"Oh," Vega mumbled. He didn't want to say too much, just in case he somehow angered the robot.
The walk felt like it continued on forever as they walked. Vega noticed Aero walking outside, and that caught his attention soon enough. He wasn't in space anymore. The ship was parked. He wasn't in space anymore.
"Wait, why aren't we..." Vega was soon cut off by Aero, who clenched his fists.
"I told you that we're being put on teams. Other academies and organizations are here from other planets, other galaxies. It's difficult, Vega. We may never see each other again. That goes for everyone else, too."
Surely he's overreacting, Vega thought to himself.
The sky was a burning purple color, about five moons in the sky total. The light shining in Vega's window wasn't a sun after all... It was a moon.
He didn't have the nerve to ask where he was, so he tried to say something else.
"Aero, can I ask you something?"
