Uriel sat comfortably in the seat of his mobile suit, which was perched on a rock platform in one of the many courtyards in the academy. He leaned back and watched the slow ascent of the sun, except that it was through the rear camera of his mobile suit. The sky was still dark, but it won't be long before the first rays of the morning light lit up the courtyard. Uriel then turned away and shut his eyes, to spend a few moments clearing his mind, meditating, hearing only the soothing sounds of the fountains around the courtyard.
He opened his eyes as he saw the last of the cadets scrambling into their cockpits. Uriel smiled as he said through the open channel, “Well done cadets, you have just taken your very first step to becoming an accomplished pilot. Let us continue with today’s lesson."
The first rays of the sun shone on his MS as he spoke these words. The valkryie-styled helm and angelic wings of the mobile suit basked in a golden sheen. Uriel could now imagine the looks of wonder on the cadets’ face, just like when he was a young cadet in the Pilot Academy. However he suppressed another smile, and continued, "I am Captain Demuirgos, your instructor at the academy. Today, you will be getting yourself acquainted with the most important aspect of combat - maneuvering. The fundamental tactic of all combats is to move to give you an advantage. The weapons of a mobile suit are useless if the MS itself is in the wrong position. Because of this, every pilot must first master what I feel is the most difficult skill - maneuvering a MS in combat. Combat maneuvering is completely different in nature from the slow, contemplated movement of civilian MS, which are characterized by simple flight paths and dull, deliberated decisions. On the other hand, combat maneuvering is characterized by chaos, instant judgments, and constant tension. There are no rules about what manoeuvres may or may not be executed. It is only determined by the physical limits of the MS."
Uriel paused as his sensors indicated the movement of a group of MS leaving the academy in a tight but neat formation, setting off for their routine patrol. They are the guards of the academy, piloting MS that were similar to his. The 13 MS flew overhead them, passing the courtyard, and soaring up to wards the sky.
Chuckling to himself, Uriel cleared his throat and said, "I suppose you're all bored with all the information and can’t wait to start doing some hands-on. However, this is probably the first time you are operating a military MS, so take some time to familiarise yourself with the controls. Don't worry, all the weapons are all disabled, so you can’t shoot me or your fellow classmates even if you want to.” Only he laughed at his own joke. The cadets were all too nervous. He then continued, “Please indicate when you are ready. We shall then split into groups and head down into the mazes of the Academy."