And a week passed by. Sigma found most classes trite, an encore of what she had been implanted with the memories of Spanova, but it wasn't a bad encore. After all, knowledge was best kept better if taught twice. She even allowed herself to cast furtive glances during the briefings to other pilots, to see how they were doing.

By learning their behaviour, she could probably learn to be less stiff, although some cases, like Mai...were not good test subjects. And Iota, her fellow clone, was not one either. Unsurprisingly, the higher ups had made a "you spared her, you bought her" approach when dealing with the clone, stating that it was up to recruit Sigma to provide lodgings to the fellow clone.

The two strawberry cakes were lost in the struggle, but the noble sacrifice allowed them to convince people (namely Ritsu) to let Iota and Sigma share a room. Even if it was just one bed. It made sense, as they simply were two shades of the same template, and in that regard, clones did have a tendency to huddle up together in the facility before. 

Star fist was a real workout, although Sigma lamented that her memories and creation had artificially bumped her skill way above her age, and as much as she loved to give Elora or Katya some sparring, she was too afraid to break someone's nose in that regard. As such, Sigma's technique was often tested against the more experienced male soldiers, whose brawn and size offered a clear handicap against the young but talented pilot. It would also force them to keep their guards up, and probably dent their patronizing attitudes a bit more.

And there was Iota... Well, suffice to say those matches were [i]intense[/i]. Perfect mirror matches, that scalated to their fullest... and at some points had to be forcefully stopped by the instructor. Iota's goddamn feisty nature, taking a leaf out of Spanova did not certainly help.

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The lesson was rather interesting for once, if Iota wasn't hellbent to start a paper ball war with Sigma at the risk of being decommissioned by Lorenzo. Sigma's inside boiled, but she was still decided to not retaliate. Until the paperball hit her nose with force.

[i]Oh now you've done it.[/i]

Sigma began to crumple a paper...and the alarms all rang out at once. Startled for the briefest moment, she left her notebook go, and then Lorenzo's prompt shook her into her senses curtly and quickly.

"Yes sir." Both clones said in unison, looked at eachother, and then ran synchronized towards the briefing room.