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>Conduct some research on the Schola
Deciding to go research, you continued further down, until you crossed the bustling street, Aleta following you, the imposing Schola Progenium dominating the view. Its architecture, while adorned with the righteous might of Imperial iconography, held a faint echo of the city's vibrant casinos. Stepping into the bar across the street, the air was thick with the aroma of hops and grilled meats. A man with a handlebar mustache and a well-worn bartender's apron polished a glass with practiced ease.
"Sandwich, please," you requested, even if the price tag threatened to break the ten-credit barrier. Your stomach ached with hunger. "That's the Schola Progenium back there, yeah?"
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The bartender beamed, pride radiating from him like sunbeams. "Vassioport State Schola Progenium, finest there is! My own boy, studies there. On track to become a Commissar, mind you."
"A Commissar, that's fantastic! How are his studies going? What's the Schola like these days?"
"Top-notch, sir, top-notch!" he boomed, his laughter echoing through the bar. "Combat simulators so real you'd swear you were on the front lines! Finest instructors, top-of-the-line gear – a far cry from my days, that's for sure!" He chuckled. "We had to pretend-shoot with broken lasguns! Silly times, those were. But look at Vassioport now! The Schola's better than ever! Breeds the finest defenders of the Imperium, that place does."
"That's great," you leaned forward, genuinely intrigued. "Combat sims sound intense. Does he ever talk about the academics? Strategy, history, that kind of thing?"
The bartender leaned back on the counter, wiping his hands on his apron. "Absolutely! Strategy's half the battle, wouldn't you say? They've got instructors who are veterans themselves, fought all across the galaxy. Teach you everything you need to know about battlefield formations, flanking maneuvers, exploiting enemy weaknesses. My Gregor keeps coming home spouting all these fancy terms – outflanking, pincer movements, sounds complicated but vital stuff, I reckon."
"Are there any specific qualities the Schola looks for in their students? What would make a good first impression?" you continue.
The bartender leaned back, stroking his mustache thoughtfully. "Well, they obviously want the strong-willed, the ones with a fire for the Emperor in their hearts. But beyond that... let's see. Here's what I tell Gregor: punctuality, respect for authority, and a willingness to learn. Show them you're dedicated, eager to serve the Imperium, and you'll do just fine."
