Augustus held in his hand a book, a book which originally belonged to his father. It was a very ancient book dictating military strategy, army morality, general military behaviour and tactics within its casings. The book had been reinforced with iron bindings, holding together the very old piece of book. The book was kept firm in his grip as if it was life and death, as if the book was a sidearm which he would use within short mention.

He treaded through the white halls. The occational poster jutting out from the typical white and black atmosphere. There were plenty of people in the halls, it was MF piloting training after all, and Augustus had been sure to practice, read up and do his best to train for this event. Whilst he isn't the most physical of people it still won't hurt anyone in this situation if you have some physical as well as virtual training experience. Everything from the P.A.S.A.U. to the H.O.S.U. had been read up on and researched through his various books, manuals and the occational source. It had almost been drilled into his mind and now only the leading capability of the MF0017-MX ULTR and him had to be displayed. 

[i]The 'Overlord', the 'Emperor', huh...[/i] He thought to himself and smiled maliciously as he put the book into his chest pocket and continued walking on in a proud, orderly and powerful manner. His destination being the place where he would be reunited with his glorious MF0017-MX ULTR, one of the newest MF models of the current world, it is of the essence that Augustus shows the capability of this machine in this combat excercise to both teachers as well as others so that the interest for the HawX Dynamo's next-gen command mecha, MF0017-MX ULTR is increased greatly.

Whilst he was burning passionate about his will and desire to prove his machine capable of the frontlines through the use of agility he was quite afraid of the inhuman pilots it would need to properly function due to the powerful speed in it's trusters, the light weight of the machine itself and it's stealth capabilities. Other than that, nothing else of importance really occured on his walk to the place where the practice would originate, he simply went over the details of the school as he passed by the many classrooms and halls, the occational toilet room, nothing else was truly of dramatic importance.