Falling Short

Rory had just enough time to yelp something about 'not in the manual!' before his training armature collapsed in a heap of twitching limbs and misfiring impulses. Alas, the short didn't affect sensors, so he saw the look on his instructor's face juuust fine --

At the armat's feet (more or less), Divine crossed his arms, glowering.

"That's the second short in a standard week, cadet."

"I know, sir! Sorry, sir!"

"New prisms, coded by orbit's end, cadet!"


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