The Royal Military Academy is one of the most important military buildings in the empire. It covers an area of tens of thousands of square kilometers. It has an advanced mecha training ground, extensive underground fortress facilities, and surrounding metal buildings.
Its most commendable thing is that it has a high-fire mecha team, which is not inferior to the formal army. The pilots are all top elite students who are selected from thousands of people—and each mecha is equipped with a special armed technician. .
This is very rare. Armed technicians are a special resource for special forces, and no high-level military academy can afford the luxury of having one for every mecha.
Its mecha elite class almost monopolizes the number of new recruits for the interstellar special forces every year, so countless people want to get into the Royal Military Academy with their heads broken. However, it is not that easy to enter. Every year, the number of candidates from various planets reaches a terrifying 8 figures, but in the most year it only admitted 2,000 people.
The most mixed reputation of the Royal Military Academy is that it does not only recruit Alphas like many high-level military academies. Its Marine War Department allows the recruitment of Betas, and the Research Department recruits Omega. The head of the research institute, Edna Consetlin, is even a rare Omega woman.
This kind of equality has caused protests from many high-level empires, but Principal Caroline explained it this way: "Marshal Gavin Celia, the historically recognized alliance god, was once confirmed as Beta, but his outstanding military talent has not been affected in any way. It's hard for us to imagine that if the Marshal was born in the Reich, he wouldn't even be able to go to a military academy, which is obviously very ridiculous."
"Gender is not a reason to hinder people's education. Whether Beta or Omega, every soldier of the Empire should be a comrade-in-arms on the battlefield."
Although Marshal Celia is a golden shield for the people of the empire, the controversy has not disappeared. Many people think that Beta and Omega should not enter the military academy, even those Alpha students think so, the class barrier caused by gender has never disappeared in the military academy.
Alpha men occupy the absolute commanding position in the military academy, Alpha women take second place, and Beta and Omega are almost at the bottom.
— Gavin, as an airborne soldier, has no knowledge of this.
But on the first day after entering school, he deeply felt that something was wrong.
That day he went to pick up his uniform with many freshmen. When he was in line, the quartermaster paused, and casually pulled a pair of oversized pants from the table to him, "—next!"
Gavin didn't move, "Please change to a smaller one."
"Without a small size, why don't you go to a children's clothing store to buy pants? Next!"
"I see you have, give me that one."
"Next!"
There was a slight commotion in the back row, and a sarcastic laugh came vaguely. A strong Alpha freshman behind him patted Gavin on the shoulder: "Brother, what major are you in?"
"Armed Technician."
"I advise you not to choose this one. Which pilot would choose a Beta like you as a technician? You might as well go to the research institute to study with those Omega, adjust the solution, maybe one day you will be able to return I was so lucky to be able to touch the outer shell of the mech, haha... ah—"
The sound stopped abruptly, because Gavin suddenly reached out and squeezed his hand on his shoulder, the thumb and forefinger knuckles stuck firmly on the bony protrusion of the man's thick wrist.
The boy forcibly silenced, but his slightly trembling arms still revealed his pain.
After a few seconds, Gavin turned his head and smiled: "Thank you for your advice."
He let go and left with a calm expression, as if he was unaware of the ironic eyes and ridicule around him.
Because the overalls were too big, Gavin had to roll up the legs and find a wider belt to keep them from slipping down.
Of course, in fact, he is not a chicken for nothing. When Omega is a teenager, its figure is not much different from that of Beta at the same age. Only when it is fully mature will it prepare for gestation and reproduction, and gradually develop into a well-proportioned and soft side. The injection of Beta pheromone solution will also delay this process.
Besides, Gavin was originally in good shape. Although he was thin overall, his muscles were tight and not exaggerated. He was a neat inverted triangle. His stamina and quality are no worse than those of those carefully selected Alphas, only missing the stretched muscles.
If he was Alpha, people would at best say that this kid is a little thin, just like people in the Alliance period thought that Marshal Celia was thinner because of his heavy military duties. But once it was actually confirmed that he was Beta, people thought otherwise.
Gender discrimination was evident during the Union period, and reached its peak during the Empire period, as classism resurged.
The locker room was empty, Gavin put on a tight black vest, and suddenly saw someone behind him in the mirror.
It was a senior Alpha military cadet, quite tall, with undisguised disgust in his eyes, for some reason he looked familiar.
"I don't know what Dean Edna told you, but you shouldn't be here."
In a blink of an eye, Gavin recognized his voice—it was the military cadet who stopped several Alphas in heat that day and tried to send him to the military doctor's office!
Gavin turned around instantly, looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "What do you want to say?"
"Armed technicians need a high level of skill. There may not be a beta in a hundred people in this profession. People in the mecha team only look at strength, and it is impossible for someone to choose you as a technician, so it is completely useless for you to learn this .”
"Besides, you are an Omega. I don't know why Dean Edna gave you inhibitors, and I don't want to question the decision of your superiors, but you'd better get out of here quickly. Omega is a rare resource in society. It's okay for you to stay at home safely. All are well."
The military cadet paused, and said coldly: "And I must remind you, if the inhibitor fails on the training ground, you can't imagine the consequences. Many people here are different from the ordinary Alphas outside. They are in heat Very aggressive at times—you felt it firsthand that night, didn't you?"
These words sounded like a warning, and Gavin couldn't help squinting his eyes and staring at him: "You want to say that you are better than them?"
"I was." The military student said indifferently, "but that's not the point."
His attitude is very cold, but the pride and discipline seeping from the bone marrow are enough to make people awe-inspiring—it's a pity that Gavin has been meeting pretenders since he woke up, including being grabbed by his neck and taking away the mech Aaron Sensen, the general of the empire, including His Majesty the Emperor, who was shot by him when he escaped while driving Bi An; so now he has no feeling for ordinary pretense, and just said flatly "Oh", "Thank you reminder."
He grabbed his coat and put it on his shoulders, and walked out of the locker room while putting black finger gloves on his hands. The military cadet didn't respond a bit: "Have you listened to me?"
"I listened, thank you."
"-you… "
"May I have your name?"
The cadet was taken aback and said, "... Dean."
"Thanks, Dean," Gavin said. "Thank you for protecting me that day—even if it was just your superior pride—but I'll pay you back."
Dean frowned and retorted: "I don't want you to repay..."
"But if you tell me that I am an Omega, the reward will be lost. I bet you will regret it."
Gavin waved his hand casually, didn't stay any longer, turned and walked towards the end of the corridor.
This handsome figure was a bit hateful, Dean frowned more and more, and finally shook his head with disgust.
Despite Dean's annoyance, he was right that Betas were not welcome in the Armed Technician class.
This profession sounds awesome, but it is actually hard work. Smart mechs below the S level do not have full mind control, and armed technicians must assist the driver to complete high-precision actions during combat, including mecha disassembly and deformation, firepower adjustment, and so on. In case of an emergency failure of the armor during combat, technicians are also responsible for maintenance, and sometimes they even have to climb outside the armor to perform high-altitude operations.
Therefore, this profession is quite dangerous, and only a few particularly tough Alphas can do it.
The head of the department of Armed Technician is a particularly weird middle-aged man named Gudro. He is tall and clear-faced. He has a strict and taciturn personality, but he can scold students bloody as soon as he utters them. Gavin was found by him on the first day of class, and he said sharply: "Although Dean Edna recommended you, I don't want you in my department. Armed technicians have very high requirements for both intelligence and physical strength. , Many technicians died due to falling from high altitude in every battle, your innate conditions are not enough."
Gavin asked kindly, "Then what do you want me to do?"
"Apply for a department transfer by yourself. If you insist on staying, I can only let you do some theoretical research, so that your good time in the past few years will be wasted. You don't want to do this either, right?"
Gavin didn't really have any special interest in armed technicians, he just did what Edna asked him to do, and he didn't care.
But Gavin is still young after all, and there is a kind of rebellious blood in the heart of a young man. In the past few days, he has been ridiculed too much. Dean's advice and the director's warning have had the opposite effect. Instead, he has developed a temperament that does not want to let it go.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I still want to try. If you don't give me any chance, how do you know that I will not be able to keep up?" Gavin slightly lowered his head, his tone was polite and firm: "Why don't you let me go first?" Follow the class, and if it is really not good during the assessment, I will make a report and apply for withdrawal, do you think it is okay?"
Gudro looked a little impatient: "Is it necessary to waste time, anyway, you..."
Gavin said firmly: "You can only know if it's a waste of time if you try it. If I'm not mistaken, Alliance Marshal Celia is also a Beta, right? Although the Alpha gene is excellent, is there any Alpha that can surpass this Beta in terms of mechs?" marshal?"
Gudrow: "..."
Jia Wenxin said I'm sorry, Marshal, I dragged you out to block the gun after being dead for so many years-but you are really a shield made of gold, it's so easy to use, why not!
"... Marshal Celia is an exceptional case, and I don't think anyone else can reach that height." Gudrow said with a straight face: "But to show fairness, I still give you a chance to compete—one after school starts." The first technician test will be held monthly, if your score is below 300 points... "
Gudrow's eyeballs circled in the whites of his eyes, looking rather funny: "I don't need to say, you can report and quit by yourself!"
Gavin's answer was to bow, turn around politely and leave.
Although he kept his major, Gavin found that life was not easy after a week of class.
The first lesson for an armed technician is to memorize theory. Mechas below S-level do not have nerve belts, and basically rely on mechanical control, balance system, firepower output, alloy performance, proportional parameters...these knowledge is vast and complex, and technicians must memorize it in their heads, at least to the extent that they can recite it fluently.
Because technicians have extremely high requirements for eyesight, Gudro printed out the recitation teaching materials and sent them to the monitor, and then everyone went to the monitor to get them individually. When Gavin passed by, the Alpha squad leader didn't even look at him, and directly slapped out a thick book with nearly a thousand pages: "—yours."
"When will the inspection be?"
"Seven days later."
Gavin:"… "
Gavin carried the book in a mess and left.
Knowledge should not be accumulated from endorsement but from practice. This is Gavin's long-held view.
However, the opinion of a Beta student is obviously a waste with only five combat effectiveness in front of Gudro.
In order to memorize this thick book, Gavin spent a whole week fighting at night, and his level of concentration was astonishing even to his Alpha roommate in the command department. The father of this roommate is a high-ranking official of the military department, and I am a standard second generation. When I passed the study that day, I suddenly stopped and said solemnly: "—You are a hardworking student, and I respect hardworking people!"
Gavin: "... oh."
"Although you are just a Beta, I will cheer for you!" The roommate clenched his fists and said passionately, "Come on!"
"..." Gavin silently looked at the other party's encouraging smile, and said for a while, "...Thank you... Thank you."
Everyone uses holographic computers these days, and armed technicians are one of the few people who need endorsements. Fortunately, Gavin has a natural familiarity with mechs. Those boring data and indicators seem to flow in his mind with life. Every number can be locked to a specific mecha, forming a coherent and logical consciousness.
It took him six days to memorize the book completely, and another day to consolidate his memory; when the eighth day came, he was full of energy, and he came to the classroom to report with the book in his arms, and saw the cold monitor head-on: "Director Gudrow wants to check it himself. Your study status."
... This director is too busy...
Gavin's forehead twitched, and he came to Gudrow's office to see that he was studying mechanical drawings with several teachers. Seeing Gavin coming in, he didn't even lift his head, and said coldly, "Start memorizing, from the beginning." After speaking, he lowered his head and went to discuss the problem with his colleagues.
This contempt was very obvious, but Gavin was not very angry, and began to endorse while standing. No one noticed him, but he felt relaxed. From memorizing, he was thirsty halfway and took the initiative to pour a glass of water. When he came back, he continued to memorize from Chapter 6.
Gudrow gave him a slightly surprised look.
"... When the Acker Cannon is activated, the pressure coefficient at the 390th axle is 1.9025, and the pressure wheel liquid density is 4.0192 at this moment... What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing," Gudrow said coldly, "you continue."
Gavin's throat was a little sour, he coughed and continued to recite, this time he persisted until Chapter 12 before he went to pour another glass of water.
When he came back, several teachers stood up and looked at him with indescribably strange eyes.
Gavin was puzzled, and immediately stopped while holding the cup. Gudrow motioned for him to come in, and asked coldly, "How much have you recited?"
"... I have memorized the whole book."
"Have you seen it before?"
Jia Wenxin said that your discrimination is too obvious, and he looked a little hesitant: "I got the book with everyone."
Several teachers showed expressions of distrust, and one of them asked, "Can you recite the last chapter to me?"
This is actually not difficult: although the last chapter is the longest, it has the freshest memory and more textual things. Gavin recited the entire chapter with his mouth open, without even hiccupping in the middle; after he finished reciting, his throat was burning and sore, and he couldn't help but took a sip from the water glass.
There was silence in the office.
"...Can I go?" Gavin couldn't wait for anyone to speak for a long time, so he could only ask in the end.
Gudrow waved his hand and said flatly, "Let's go."
The good boy Gavin, who had a severe sore throat, turned around and strode out of the office with a heart full of smoke and an expressionless face.
As a result, when he went back that night, his roommate enthusiastically asked him how he was reciting the book, and he seized the opportunity to recite the theory of gender equality all night. The next day, my roommate was staring at me. When I was walking, I saw my friend who was studying in the technician department, and immediately grabbed him and complained: "Your director is too perverted!"
"… how?"
"It doesn't count to ask someone to memorize the entire book in a week. After memorizing it, I suspect that they have read it beforehand! Since they are all students, why can't they be treated equally? Why can't Beta do what Alpha can do?!"
"I don't understand what you're talking about," the other party said confusedly, "That book is only memorized at the end of the semester, and I only checked the first five chapters this week."
Roommate: "..."
"Who has memorized the whole book? Hahaha, are you kidding? It's more than a thousand pages. How could someone memorize it all... Hey, what's wrong with you? What kind of eyes are you looking at?"
"... I'm sorry Director Gu..." The roommate covered his face and turned his head, and said, "I understand his feelings now..."