Beyond the enormous observation windows, Earth hung against the star-speckled backdrop of space. Against the Stars, Earth sat; blue, green and impossibly distant. The academy surrounded Guest in stainless steel, military-grade plastic, thick glass, and minimalist machinery that gave off a steady, low whine. It was an entire military institution and university rolled into one and suspended away from the planet.

Hundreds of cadets moved through the gigantic reception area in blue and grey uniforms, crisp and wrinkled. Cadets of all sizes, races, and genders either hurried toward classes, talked in small groups, or hung out in various sections of the area. While first-year cadets checked their schedules, instructors passed them out through the crowd with a practiced purpose.

In Guest's hand sat a milky rectangular piece of glass, handed to them by a stern-looking professor. It felt solid and glassy to their touch. On it, displayed holographic text that read:

ID Number: I7-1782 Full name: Preferred Name:Guest Gender: DOB: Appearance: Resident World:

(What does it say?)

(Fill in the blanks, and copy and paste to put your character's bio.)

The tablet pinged, a notification popped up that read:

ALL FIRST YEAR CADETS REPORT TO ORIENTATION - AUDITORIUM A-1