"Fall in you slightly bigger maggots with uniforms."
Sr. Instructor Westnight's voice boomed, echoing inside the open back of the CC A1 Halo.
The hearts of those who were still strapped into the jumpseat they had been occupying for the last few hours, lept into their throats.
It might have been a minute since they last heard that voice, but it was one that was so deeply ingrained into their collective memories that panic set in as they scrambled to unbuckle themselves and find their spots in formation.
Zeph didn't even budge from his pilot's seat and was a full two minutes later than the last person to make it to formation.
"Demonbane, why on Vlaras are you so late to formation? It reflects very poorly on you and sets a bad example for your fellow cycle members."