Citadel-00, within the hangar of the Fightercraft Division. Aria looked at the sight of his modified Fightercraft all ready to display its prowess in today's race. There was a hint of smile, satisfaction, and achievement visible on his face.
Not just him, every Cadet felt the same. Currently, the Fightercrafts were being towed to the starting line to perform the last final checks. These checks were to ensure the safety of each craft after the modifications performed by the Cadets and also to score them for the Engineering Division.
It hardly took more than thirty minutes per craft as they were only meant to fly. All one had to do was enter the specific numbers into the simulation and the feasibility would be calculated.
-Pat-
Aria felt a hand on his shoulder, and turning around to see that it was Dron who was followed by Jasmine.
