James Hawkins leaned precariously by one arm from the rope ladder to look over the star cruisers edge to the planet where he and his class would be getting their field training.
You need to learn to use your instincts instead of instruments if you expect to be good captains. The commander had explained. This planet has reduced spacing to a simple, but necessary, science. For a whole month you will train secretly there; they know nothing of the outside universe, except for their galaxy. This means no flying machinery, no advanced technology, no ET phone home. You are the smartest and the best, so you are expected to obey these instructions to the letter. And believe me, it will be in writing. Understood? The whole class had voiced a unified affirmative.
Good. Now, go pack. We leave at oh six hundred hours.
Jim hadnt been so excited about the trip. Seriously, a planet lightyears away from his friends and family? A planet that was so primiti