Nah. Plug me in to my new life already.

I woke up and found myself in a small cramped room.

The more appropriate term would be “cabin.” I was lying on the top bunk of the triple decker bunk-bed.

Quietly, I slipped down the ladder. My two bunk-mates were still asleep, curled up in their respective bunks.

With utmost care, I tiptoed to the dressing area at the end of the room. The embedded sensors in the walls immediately scanned my dimensions and rendered a 3D model of my self before me along with a list of suggestions on what to wear.

I took a moment to study my body and refresh my memory.

My name is Alicia Kievan. I’m 20 years old and am a third-year student at the Galactic Alliance Military Academy, or GAMA for short. I am relatively tall for my age, with a nubile, graceful figure with a petite chest and amazing heart-shaped bubble-butt. I have long, dark auburn hair, a sweet bod, and sweeter face.

I am currently on a transport ship bound for the Alcer System where my academy was currently located. There were about 7 GAMA academies and they were each Mothership-class vessels whose location would change every year. When I graduated high-school, I was assigned to GAMA-7 the newest academy, and I have attended it ever since.

Classes were pretty much fixed as the students move up the years. When I started, I was sorted into class Endymion. So in my first year, I was in class Endymion-1. In year two, I was in Endymion-2. And this year I will be starting in E-3 with the same group of classmates that I’ve been with since E-1.

My two bunkmates were also classmates, and also two of my best friends. I decided not to wake them and quickly stepped into the shower.

After showering and “equipping” a suit of cadet uniform, which consisted of dark blue and red blouse, tight black skirt, and knee length boots, I snuck out of my cabin to take a look around the ship.

The transport ship was shuttling about 200 students to the academy. The student body consisted of a handful of races from all corners of Allied Federation space. There were humans of course, but also cat-people, devils, devas, elves, and orcs.

I made my way past some lounges towards another cabin block and stopped at the door labeled 89. I tried the door chime, but a hologram screen appeared which said the occupants of cabin 89 were still asleep. I checked the time on my smart-wrist, which popped up a hologram with the current time. It was 3 am. Jeez, no wonder the ship was so empty.

After glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, I placed my hand on the cool metal door and focused my mind.

There was a click and the door quietly slid open.

Magic in this universe is called “Aethernet.” It’s basically a universal supernatural framework that more evolved species can tap into. There are basically limitless ways to use it. Specific applications, what people in the old days call “Spells” now have different designations, depending on the level of complexity. Basic applications are called ”protocols.” More advance applications are called ”algorithms.” Massive applications of Aethernet on planetary or systems scale are called Aetherware.

The entire purpose of the GAMA academies were to train up Aethernet users for battle applications to counter galactic threats.

Using the Aethernet consumes “Bandwidth,” and everyone has different degrees of Bandwidth capability. One can be trained to increase Bandwidth capacity, but there is usually a limit.

Being a Mary Sue with cheat powers, I literally have infinite bandwidth. Hacking the cabin room door was like taking candy from a… well from an unguarded candy jar.

I entered the cabin and saw that the three boys were still in bed. On the lowest bunk lay my handsome boyfriend, Aren. Above him was Lawrence and Kyle, who were the boyfriends of my own bunkmates back in my cabin. Together, the six of us were pretty much the tightest clique in our class, since we were childhood friends who went to the same high school and attended the same academy class for the last two years.

Aren and I in particular have been a couple for five years now. He’s a sweet boy with a strong sense of justice and idealism. I went over to his bedside and pushed a lock of hair back from his face.

After studying his sleeping face for a long while, I bent down and kissed him on the forehead.

Aren stirred but didn’t wake up.

I decided to let him sleep, so I quietly exited the boys’ cabin.

While the federation boasts of multiculturalism and equality among the races and all the races tend to work together, there is no avoiding some measure of tribalism. As such the same races often preferred to bunk together. It was practical too. Devils likes to turn the thermostat up. Cat-people are sensitive to smells. Elves are sensitive to noise. And no one wants to be in a room after an orc farts. Thus when it comes to living quarters, there are usually specific cabin blocks assigned to each races.

With that, I licked my heated lips and started making my way to the orc-quarters.