The first ball starts rolling

One year and I broke and or created new records, shooting practice class changed thanks to that.

The academy reintroduced an old style of blaster no longer in use because of how deadly they were, but they changed their minds when everyone saw that stunning a hostile force that outnumbered us was suicide.

The old blaster style use tiny energy propelled ammo instead of the pure energy like normal blasters use, each magazine can hold a thousand projectiles and save tons of energy, so even after running out of ammo we can still use pure energy for some time.

The best part is that the damage the projectiles do are much better, the tiny thing is scary, leaving a two inch hole behind after it hits.

"Cadet Nitche," LT. Johnson stood at the door of our anatomy class, "The admiral would like to have a word."

"Yes sir," I stood from my station and followed the LT.

We headed to the main building, everyone that we came across eyed us, and a few people even stepped away from me.

"You're the elite soldier and yet you're this scared? What a disappointment," I could not help but to think to myself.

This year I spent most of my time just training and nothing else so I could graduate in three years, but to do that I had to show a bit more of my abilities, so I scared the crap out most of the cadets.

We went up on the elevator and headed straight for the academy's admiral's office.

We passed the secretary with green bands on his sleeves and didn't even look at each other as the door opened. When we stepped inside the admiral was not alone, two other admirals and three captains stood around the room.

Both LT. and myself saluted them and waited.

"At ease. Cadet Nitche we been talking about the fighting styles you use and we would like to make them a standard for the classes," our admiral said, Admiral Lockhart, one of the few that had what it took to be in his position.

"I myself wish to make your hand to hand combat a standard for the fleet's security force, the weapons training take too much time but the hand to hand combat is ideal," one of the other admirals stepped forward.

"This is admiral Finley, his in charge of the G.U.'s security officers' protocols and training, of course not including the Guardian OPS department."

I looked at admiral Finley and had recognized the stupid coward at first sight, but I had to play the redhead coward just right because his son and daughter are a few that have what it takes, and in the war they showed they were nothing like their father.

"It's a pleasure to meet the admirals and captains, and I have no problem with the GU using the martial arts I have developed but I ask to be the one teaching the first class that will later teach the others, I don't wish to have my creations bastardized."

Opposite of what I was expecting, everyone in the room looked even happier than before.

"That's just what we wanted, we have found a hundred LT's to learn each of your skills and send them out throw-out the GU to train others," Admiral Lockhart said.

"Admiral Sir, it will take me at least a year to train them to standard and I'm on track to graduate in two years with every old and new record broken."

Admiral Lockhart stepped behind his desk and pulled up a screen with my academy records on it.

"We realized this so we have a deal, for the next year you will train a hundred LT's for each skill, that way they only focus on one skill and then we send you to Horizon to train the Guardians and security offices there, once that's done, you will take your post in the Horizon as a Guardian Lieutenant, we can't have the young man that trained everyone with a too low of a rank."

I thought about it and it put me a little bit ahead of my plans, not much but it would place me in the Horizon with a bit more influence and I get to train the crew there the way I want.

"Then I agree Sir, when do we start?"

"Well, the academy term is finished tomorrow then you have two months off."

"Admiral, we should start tomorrow then," I said, "When I say a year, I mean a full year of everyday training."

"Will do as you say, you are the instructor now."

The sun just broke the horizon and lit up the eight hundred LT's standing on the grass, cold, unhappy and still half awake.

"You have been told why you are here, and that you will be taking orders from a cadet, so if anyone has any misgivings, please step forward so I can kick your ass! And get to training!"

Everyone's eyes snapped open, not a half a sleep person left in the whole group, but of course, there is always one idiot.

A brown hair Haloom male stepped out of rank, seven feet tall, full of muscles and four arms with four fingers in each hand.

The smirk on his face already pissed me off. I stepped forward and just stood still. The moment the Haloom swung his arms I stepped forward and with a spear hand jabbed him in the trout.

The Haloom stepped back grabbed his trout before dropping to his knee, before he could even look up my foot landed on his face breaking his jaw and knocking him out.

"Medic!!!" I yelled out.

From that day forward, the word medic was yelled a lot after screams of pain, mostly during the Krav Maga, Gun Fu, Swordsmanship and staff class.

Everyone looked forward to the less hands on classes, Tactics, Cyber warfare, marksmanship, combat piloting and meditation, especially meditation.

Our days ran twelve hours with me training a hundred LT's at a time in each section, but the LT's focused on one subject each, except meditation, tactics and physical training, everyone had to take part on those classes.

After two months, there was no separation in the classes, everyone went to every class and I made them suffer even more.

Over the course of a year, my voice became a nightmare in the academy, I didn't insult them all the time but when they messed up big, I even made a few cry.

The worst was that everyone knew if I yelled medic, someone was badly hurt and more times than none was by my hands.

The ones that got the most out of things were the two dozen medics, they became the best at emergency field care, and after a year they never panicked, were fast and even started taking the classes as well.

I was also able to train some of my powers without exposing myself, some stuff people just excused it as me being a Vaulor, saying my father could also heal really fast and had scary strength and speed, but that was me holding back in-front of people, if they saw what I could really do, I'm sure they would freak out.

As for my other vampiric abilities I only practice when I was sure no one would find out.

Mind compulsion, telekinesis, and a mild form of telepathy, were the easiest to hide.

Turning to mist, becoming one with the shadows and re-growing body parts not so easy, so training those had to be done only once in a while.

But today things change for the better.

Now in front of my eyes stood eight hundred and twenty four people, the way they looked now and how they looked before, it was like night and day.

Calm eyes with a hint coldness, toned bodies with almost no fat and no openings where they could be attack at, just standing there gave a feeling of a slaughter was coming, and I could not help but smile.

"Today you sacks of shit can finally be called soldiers!" I yelled making every one of them also grin while the admirals and captains flinched.

"Over the course of this year, your body and mind have been broken and you have rebuilt them throw blood, sweat and pain and I can honestly say the techniques I have developed are in good hands, but never stop training, never stop becoming better, this is just the start, now I'll pass it to Admiral Lockhart."

I stepped aside and stood back as Admiral Lockhart stepped to the podium happily while looking at the transformed LT's.

"At first this should have been an especial training program but after a few months, it became more, much more. I watched as a group of Lieutenants became the most amazing iron willed combat oriented officers this academy has ever seen, so starting next year we will be making this program a permanent one, and today you are the first graduating class of the Nitche program, the first Spartans."

"Oh what the fuck!!!" I thought to myself.

I know they have a habit of naming things after their inventors, but a whole damn program, that's a little bat-shit crazy.

"We are naming this program after three people, Commander Amo Nitche, Commander Lory Nitche and of course, Cadet Leon Nitche. We all know the sacrifice the Nitche family had made, thanks to both Amo and Lory the Horizon was not lost with its seven thousand souls, and Leon Nitche has created skills never seen before, for their contribution to the Galactic Union we want their names to always be remembered in our history. So congratulations Spartans."

"Ah, okay now that makes a bit more sense," I thought, "I guess my parents influence is a bit bigger then i noticed, the admiral also said their names like he knew them or maybe his just thankful?"

After the ceremony all the new Spartans saluted me, they only moved after I told them to, it was just them showing me their gratitude and respect, but it was still nice.

When everyone left, Admiral Lockhart called me to his office to discuss things.