Aura's cool mechanical words echoed in Ziggy's mind. Such a common rite of passage was a minor feat these days among the Civire community. Yet he could not help but grin behind his breathing mask. No more being shuttled around and cooped up in classes twelve hours a day. Now the vast expanses of space were there for him to probe as he saw fit.
As the State War Academy's bay opened and Kisogo's light bled over the hull of his freshly christened Ibis, Ziggy Smalls couldn't help but wonder to which star the fates would direct him.
"Skill Training Completed."
Aura confirmed the download of Ziggy's first choice of direct-cerebral training, Evasive Maneuvering. It was time to take his newfound familiarity with the engine controls for a spin.