The Academy: we two alone will sing like birds in the cage; Pirate

Passion is like a fire, an insatiable flame that burns as long as there is fuel to sustain it. Here was Electra's dilemma - there was no fuel to sustain the bright fire of her passion.

Scholardom. It might not seem the right calling for the fiery little mare, painted her plain shade of black on black. But she had not the strategic disposition for battling, nor the secretive and sneaky nature for a spy. Therefore, with her bright hopes and limitless devotion to a cause, Electra was here, awaiting her teacher.

The one thing Electra had a little trouble with, in her role as a student of peace, was the problem of patriotism. As a Wolf, she was proud of her homeland - as she should be. However, the idea of putting aside that loyalty, and being intimate with the Jaegers here in the academy, was a concept she would have to work hard to follow. Not from any viciousness of character, but from that unswerving dedication that underlined her essence.

Pirate, she knew to be a Jaeger.

Pirate, one she had heard whispers of, but never met, was to be her teacher. She was nervous of meeting him, but her passion to become a Scholar settled her nerves. The purpose of this Academy was for peace, which appealed to Electra's staunch morals, and she hoped Pirate to be one of those wonderful beings she had heard the Scholars here to be.

Her dark coat gleaming in the sun, her somewhat plain face lit up with excitement, Electra waited the arrival of her teacher.