Blink. Pause. Blink.

Ingrained reactions fought with conscious thought for a moment before Oren regained full control of his body. Letting the tension dissipate with a slow sigh, he moved a hand back to his side from behind him; the holster he had been reaching for was empty and there wasn’t anybody that needed to be shot after all. Straightening himself from the slight crouch he had assumed, he also took a moment to survey the extent of the damage. Which wasn’t too bad after all; it seemed the reaction had been more flashbang than deadly grenade. Seeing little for him to do as students picked themselves up while others took the time to criticize the individual responsible, Oren decided to just move on and file the memory under ‘Interesting Shit that happened’.

A dull thunk was made as metal plates hit one another and then Oren stood up, this time with his locker attached to the suit’s back. When he stepped off he noticed, with a bit of surprise, that he wasn’t one of the last students off the airship. On the contrary, he seemed to be one of the first which was a bit odd, but in the end didn’t really matter. Surveying the Academy briefly, it was about as large as he had anticipated it would be. Larger than the Academy he had attended prior to enlisting, given it was a boarding school after all, but smaller than the base he had been posted to. The architecture had a much more unique feel to it than the plain grey, uninspired military designs though; with the skyscraping tower at the center easily catching his attention. 

He didn’t pause to stare though, taking all this in while he walked towards the dining hall as the students had been directed. He didn’t need another reason for others to look in his direction, the hardsuit did a fine enough job of that for him. While not horribly irritated, Oren could say he looked forward to taking the armor off and hanging it on a rack for the foreseeable future. Alas, he would have to wait until after the Headmaster’s greetings for some free time.