Chapter 178: Chapter 178— Faculty Meeting

Thorne convened an emergency faculty meeting, summoning the instructors who would be responsible for coordinating implementation—those whose specializations would be directly affected by the integration of foreign candidates. The summons was marked urgent, bypassing normal scheduling protocols, a quiet signal that this directive was already causing friction at the highest levels.

The conference room filled quickly with Adept- to expert-level personnel. Instructor Vex arrived first, his presence alone enough to shift the room’s atmosphere toward combat readiness. Several specialized curriculum leads followed, their expressions ranging from professional curiosity to thinly veiled irritation. Administrative staff took their places last, tablets and data slates in hand, preparing to untangle the inevitable logistical strain a meeting of this manner would impose.

Thorne waited until the doors sealed and the room settled into attentive silence before speaking.

“The Senate has decided the Academy will take part in a joint education program,” Thorne said, skipping any buildup as he handed out copies of the directive. “Thirty-five foreign candidates will arrive next month. Twenty from Ashmar, fifteen from Solhaven. It’s a semester-long exchange.”

“Thirty-five?” Vex said at once, frowning. “That’s not a token number. That’s a serious disruption to our training schedules.”

“Exactly,” Thorne replied. “The Senate doesn’t see that as a problem. Their goals come first. Training comes second.”

“What’s the real point of this?” another instructor asked. “It’s the Senate, for fuck’s sake. What are they actually trying to do beyond the whole ’cooperation’ story?”

“Dividing a potential coalition,” Thorne said. “Ashmar, Solhaven, and Valdris were likely moving toward a joint defense pact. The Senate breaks that by inviting only two. It’s an obvious trap—make Valdris doubt its partners while the Republic plays the generous ally.”

“So we’re tools,” Vex said flatly. “Students turn into political pieces and the Academy’s name gets used to push the suits agendas.”

“Exactly,” Thorne said. “And we don’t have the authority to refuse. All we can do is carry it out as cleanly as possible, while dealing with the problems the Senate chose not to think about.”

“What problems worry you most?” the logistics coordinator asked.

Thorne didn’t hesitate. He started listing them, one by one.

“Security. Some of these ’students’ won’t be here just to learn. There’s a real chance we’re hosting intelligence assets—people trained to observe, report, and probe Republic capabilities.”

“Cultural friction. Different training doctrines. Different social norms. Different ideas about rank, discipline, and authority. That kind of clash bleeds into everything.”

“Combat capability gaps. We don’t know their advancement levels, their core configurations, or how much real combat experience they have. Dropping unknown variables into a fixed curriculum makes assessment unreliable.”

“Diplomatic incidents. If a foreign candidate is seriously injured—or killed—during deployment, it’s not a simple casualty report. That becomes an international issue. We don’t get to write it off the way we do with our own.”

“Political pressure. These students have backing from their governments. Disciplining them like normal cadets risks diplomatic fallout.”

“And resources. The Academy wasn’t funded to house, train, and support thirty-five extra candidates. The Senate created new obligations without providing new funding.”

He looked around the room.

“These aren’t edge cases. They’re guarantees.”

The litany of complications settled over the assembled faculty, heavy and unavoidable, like the onset of an administrative nightmare they all knew they would be the ones managing.

“This wasn’t designed with the students’ interests in mind,” Thorne said plainly. “If anything, it doesn’t benefit anyone except those Senate political planners. We’re being pulled into an operation that serves outside goals while creating problems inside our Academy.”

“Can we at least control how it’s carried out?” Vex asked. “Limit the damage with some careful planning, even if we can’t say no?”

“That’s exactly what we’ll do,” Thorne said. “We’ll carry out the Senate’s order—because we have to—but we’ll do it on our terms. We have to keep the Academy standards intact. We can’t weaken our core mission just to support some political theater.”

He began outlining his implementation plan.

“Foreign candidates will be folded into the existing curriculum. No special tracks. No lowered standards. They receive real Academy training, not a diplomatic performance.”

“Combat deployments will include them as well. They face the same trials as Republic students. If they can’t meet standard protocols, they wash out like anyone else.”

“Security oversight remains an Academy matter. We assess risks, make classifications, and maintain institutional safety—regardless of diplomatic sensitivities.”

“And disciplinary authority stays here. Foreign candidates follow Academy rules or face Academy consequences. If that causes political friction, the Senate can deal with it.”

“That’s going to create friction with Senate,” the logistics coordinator warned.

“Let it,” Thorne said. “They can pressure me. They can demand modifications. They can threaten some administrative consequences. I don’t care. They Academy must maintain its standards or this program fails regardless of any political objectives.”

“Prepare the implementation plans,” Thorne said. “Curriculum integration. Housing logistics. Security protocols. I want an operational framework in place before the candidates arrive. And I want contingency plans for every issue I’ve listed—and the ones we haven’t thought of yet.”

“When do we tell the students?” Vex asked.

“Tomorrow,” Thorne said after a moment. “A general assembly. A direct announcement. Foreign candidates are arriving. They’ll take part in standard training. No special treatment. Questions answered plainly, not buried under diplomatic phrasing.”

“They probably won’t care,” one instructor said. “Most will just see new faces. Extra competition. They won’t notice the politics behind it.”

“That’s fine,” Thorne replied. “They don’t need to understand the Senate’s game. They just need to uphold the Academy standards, no matter who’s being judged.”

The meeting carried on, faculty coordinating details, raising concerns, and shaping an execution framework designed to limit disruption while preserving institutional integrity.

This is going to be complicated, Thorne thought. It will create problems the Senate’s optimistic planning never accounted for. It will test the Academy’s ability to hold its standards under sustained political pressure.

But we’ll manage. We’ll adapt. We’ll carry out the directive without losing sight of our core mission.

That’s what institutional resilience looks like. That’s how the Academy survives political interference while still doing the work it exists to do.

One complex execution at a time.

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