Chap 2: Genetics class at RedWolves Institute

The Genetics class at RedWolves Institute was a marvel in itself, primarily because it was taught by the Eternians. The Eternians, a highly advanced extraterrestrial race, had shared their vast knowledge of genetic engineering with the institute. Their teaching methods were far beyond the comprehension of any standard Mithrean intellect.

The Celestia Exo Suits, the Eternians' signature tech-armor, are not just armaments; they are marvels of genetic engineering and an emblem of Eternian ingenuity. These suits, precision-forged from an unknown alien alloy, are inherently adaptive. Once they consume a specific genetic material, they assimilate its traits into their system, granting its wearer new abilities or enhancements. For instance, genetic material from a creature with night vision can upgrade the suit to endow the Eternian with improved low-light visibility.

This transformative feature has enabled the Eternians to survive and thrive in even the harshest planetary conditions, making them one of the most formidable forces in the galaxy. Yet, the Eternians are not conquerors but protectors; they wield their powers to maintain balance and ensure peace across star systems. This benevolent use of their abilities has earned them the moniker of the 'Tech Angels'.

They weaved complex genetic structures in the air, using their advanced technology to simulate real-life genetic modifications and their impacts. Dawnmarie, awestruck, would watch these holographic presentations, her mind buzzing with questions and ideas. The class was a fusion of science and art, a ballet of genetics that encapsulated the wonder of life itself. It was a testament to the unending quest for knowledge that had brought the Eternians and Mithreans together in this academic sanctuary.

As the final sequence of holographic genetic strands dissipated into thin air, signifying the end of class, a wave of both exhilaration and melancholy swept over Dawnmarie. She found herself at the edge of a precipice, the semester's end signaling the brink of a new chapter and the close of another. This was a moment she had anticipated eagerly, yet now found herself wishing she could stretch out just a bit longer. The knowledge she had gained, the ideas she had nurtured, and the perspective she had developed over the past months were invaluable. She felt more prepared, more equipped to face the vast expanse of life that lay ahead.

Sunmarie, too, found the semester's end to be a mix of relief and nostalgia. Every algorithm, every line of code she had written, was a testament to her progress, a tribute to her tenacity. The impending close of the semester was, in essence, a propelling force. It was an opportunity for reflection and planning, a time to celebrate triumphs and learn from setbacks. As the last Devilan Notebook screen flickered off, Sunmarie felt an overwhelming sense of accomplishment mixed with anticipation for what lay ahead, ready to face the next challenge with renewed vigor.

As Dawnmarie and Sunmarie journeyed towards their final class of the semester, StarShip History, a sense of solemnity filled the air. The classroom door slid open with a quiet swoosh, revealing Professor Farnsworth of the Lawrence House already animatedly discussing the intricate details of starship design evolution. He glanced towards the entrance as the sisters entered, his eyes lighting up with recognition and a hint of pride. As the door closed behind them, the professor's words washed over the students, enveloping them in tales of ancient starcraft and interstellar journeys.

A murmur of conversation grew among the class, their voices interweaving to form a tapestry of speculation, debate, and shared curiosity. The discussion was lively and impassioned, reflecting the collective fascination with the marvels of space exploration that had brought them all together in this room.

The Lawrence House Crest, embodying the essence of law and education, is a beacon of wisdom and justice. It is where future leaders are nurtured and where the love for knowledge and justice is cultivated. The books symbolize an unending pursuit of knowledge, while the scales represent the balanced judgment synonymous with law. The torch, radiating light amidst darkness, stands for enlightenment and the guidance offered by teachers. Thus, the Crest is not merely a symbol, but the embodiment of the House's core values and ethos.

As their last class of the semester concluded, Dawnmarie and Sunmarie made their way back to the dormitory, each step echoing with the weight of their imminent departure. They entered their shared room, a sanctuary that had been home for the past academic cycle, now filled with the quiet anticipation of their journey back to their Family Unit.

Their time at this university had shaped them, molding their minds and hearts with knowledge and a deepened sense of justice. As they began packing their belongings, memories of the past four years danced in their minds - laughter shared, knowledge gained, and friendships fostered. The anticipation of returning home brought a mix of emotions; the joy of reuniting with their Family Unit interlaced with the melancholic farewell to their academic sanctuary. They packed their learnings, experiences, and the essence of Lawrence House to carry back home, their hearts alight with the promise of the next chapter.

A Family Unit consists of members of a House that have been assigned by their respective heads of Houses to parents who have become certified parents.

Parenthood happens when an individual within a Family Unit has become certificated by taking extensive classes to learn how to be a parent. After earning themselves a license for the raising and caring of the assigned children from the head of their respective House. They will continue to raise and care for them until they become of age.

Even though we were returning to our dorm room to finish packing and to change into our normal attire we still had to wear our House Crest. The obligation to wear our House Crest at all times extends beyond mere protocol - it is a symbol of identity and belonging. Each Crest represents a unique story, a tale of valor and knowledge intertwined with the history of its respective House. More than just a badge, the Crest is a constant reminder of their roots, their shared values, and their collective aspirations.

In the eyes of the public, the Crest is an emblem of prestige and social standing, silently communicating the stature and honor each student carries. Therefore, the Crest, prominent on their attire, whether in the confines of the Institute or beyond, is an ever-present testament to their commitment and dedication. It is a beacon they carry perpetually, constantly reminding them to uphold the dignity and honor of their Houses. Wearing the Crest is not just a tradition, it's a responsibility - a continuous call to strive, to excel, and to make their House proud.

The strict rules set by the government for students at the RedWolves Institute are more than just orders; they are traditions steeped in history and honor. The uniform, a symbol of their military discipline and commitment, is worn with pride, and the House Crest displayed prominently on the right arm serves as a constant reminder of their roots and responsibilities. Each House Crest is unique, reflecting the ethos and values of its members, their standing in society, and their unending pursuit of knowledge and justice.

The House Crests, each tied to a noble House, are a significant part of the societal structure. They not only indicate the ranking of the House but also symbolize the inherent worth each house contributes to society. The Crests—emblazoned on the uniform, whether in the hallowed halls of the Institute or outside in public—serve as a mark of prestige, a testament to the honor each student carries with them, a beacon of their social status. As such, they must always strive to act in a manner befitting their station, upholding the dignity and honor of their respective Houses.