"For the 300 candidates, they need to be physically fit and have combat experience, but it’s preferable that they have a good sense of direction as well. That is what I’ve learned from our previous mission."
This was 3 days after the war room meeting. Yao Yuan and Guang Zhen were sitting in the captain’s room, flipping over the Hope’s military files. Their first draft of selection contained 800 people, and even though the 800 selected were experienced soldiers, Yao Yuan’s frown deepened as they went deeper into the pile.
Guang Zhen argued, "Couldn’t we rely on intense training? How about former air force… Then again, the Hope doesn’t have many of those to begin with."
Yao Yuan sighed. "I suppose it’ll have to be that way. How about this, we’ll ask the Workshop to build us a space-combat simulator inside a faux shuttle cabin to test these people’s power of adaptation to combat in space… All the Homo Evolutis will have to join, the Whisperers and Thinker included."
