The next day, Ves and Gloriana took their two children aside to inform them of their new schedule.
Predictably, the two kids reacted with excitement, as they lacked a complete understanding of the risks involved.
"Will I be able to accompany the troops and fight the aliens directly?!"
"Can I ride along in the cockpit of one of our mechs?"
"Dise told me that a true warrior can only be forged in battle! My sword is ready! A blade that isn't watered with blood will rust over time!"
Ves raised his hand after enduring the nagging of his overenthusiastic brats. "Calm down, calm down. Your mother and I will never permit you to fight the enemy directly. You can throw away all fantasies about accompanying our boarding troops into hostile vessels or occupying a second seat in a mech on deployment. No matter how clever you have become, you are still kids, and very young ones at that. Be grateful for what we are willing to extend to you. Ordinary parents would never let you do this stuff."
