The computer program began to close, the holographic simulations fading away as Jym shut the sim room down.
Doc Paragon sat somewhat pensively, his hands folded in front of his face, as he studied data readouts on the group's performance.
"What's wrong? They won, right?" Link Fox said, finishing his beverage.
"Yes, they won, but with a lot of difficulty. Very little teamwork. Jym, set the program up again. . ."
"Again?" The AI asked.
"Yes, again." Turning the loudspeaker on, Paragon spoke to the group. "Okay team, you managed to win, but we still have a long way to go. So, we're going to run through the drill a few more times. . ."
There was a loud groan from the practice room. "He's right, guys, we're going to have to work together better." Marshall said, practicing with his blade.
"A fine weapon, I'd like to test it some day." Lykopis said, twirling her own blade and bringing it to rest just under Drake's chin.
"Umm, sure. You got it." Drake smiled a little uneasily.
They went through the simulations six more times that day. Facing off against various groupings of metas that had been logged into the Vanguard mainframe. Some games they won, some they lost. Ultimately, they ended with a 3 to 4 win/loss ratio. This was enough to satisfy Paragon for the day.
