Peep set the morning alarm for 35 standard Terran minutes before the 0500 hours roll call, but it wasn’t enough. Roll call came at 0300 hours on the second day.
Flopping on her bed Gem toed off her athletic shoes. “I can’t even believe how tired I am. I don’t think I could run another lap.”
“I can’t believe how short they cut our hair!” Peep ran a hand over the seven millimeters of red fuzz on her skull.
Liz walked in and went straight to her all-in-one and opened up her carbon nanotube bag. Out of it she pulled a worn Old Earth style baseball cap and rammed it over her shorn blonde head. “There,” she said, “ that’s better.”
“Oh! Oh! I wish I would have thought to pack a hat. How did you know?” Peep whined.
“My brother, Jonas, told me that I would thank him for the suggestion. I guess I owe him a new hologame.”
“So this brother of yours, did he tell you anything else we could expect? I mean, who expects to get hosed down with detox and buzzcut on the second day of classes?” Gem said.
Liz switched her all-in-one to lounge mode and got comfortable. “I wasn’t expecting the detox bath either, and he didn’t tell me what to expect. Just that the unknown and unexpected is part of the cadet experience.”
“Sounds like the party line,” Peep said.
The door chime elicited a squeak from the half dressed Peep. “Who the heck is that?” Slipping her sweaty shirt back on she walked to the door and pressed the com button. “Yes?”
“Open the door First Year.” A female voice boomed through the com.
“Fine.” Peep pressed the green portal button to the left of the doorway.
The portal swooshed opened revealing a male and female cadet in senior rank, full dress uniforms. “Best get shipshape, girls, the Commandant is expecting all cadets in the mess, dressed to impress in one hour. Sharp.” The male who spoke did a near perfect right face and moved to 3-H.
Peep ran to the sonic stall. “I get the shower first!”