"The System transfer terminals on the concourse are crashing under applicant volume," Vasa reported, her fingers moving swiftly across her glowing tablet.
"How many transfer requests just registered in the central network?" Kendra asked, leaning against the podium railing.
"Three thousand two hundred in the first sixty seconds," Vasa replied with a wide smile.
"The entire student body of the Directorate Academy is defecting," Jax laughed, watching the digital queue numbers climb into the sky.
"Look at the broadcast microphones descending to the center stage," Ava noted, pointing toward the floating recording crystals.
"The noble heirs want to make a public statement before the international press," Nox said, standing calmly with his arms crossed.
"Let them speak without interruption," Yeda advised, watching the reporters scramble for position along the front perimeter.
