and more particularly military, humour and horseplay.
'Look,' Vance stood, picking up his bowl, 'we'll talk about this later. Thanks for the breakfast.' He walked away from the table and tried to ignore the hurt look on her face.
No classes took place during the day, so Vance spent his time familiarising himself with the academy.
The building itself seemed a hub of circular corridors, organised around the central temple to Valen, which the human recruits had begun to call "the Chapel". Everything seemed to radiate inward - or outward, Vance wasn't really sure - from this central sanctum.
Several training locations housed areas for instruction in most forms of armed and unarmed combat. Vance found it curious none of the Anla'shok he'd encountered carried a weapon. They either felt very safe here, or their weapons were cunningly concealed.
A library, housing its fair share of dusty tomes, rolled parchments and data crystals, dominated the southern side of the academy. The entire building seemed a perfect combination of aesthetics and functionality. Furniture - with the strangely angled beds as an exception - was functional yet beautiful to look at. The walls, windows and ceilings seemed dour and unremarkable at first glance, but on closer inspection they were made of carved obsidian, each piece carefully cut and shaped to fill its space and fulfil its ultimate purpose. Vance noted the striking difference from his usual barracks. The rigid uniformity of the EarthForce architecture seemed dull and somewhat primitive in comparison. Despite Vance's loyalty to EarthForce, the Minbari style seemed much better.
At midday Vance found himself in the Chapel. The sun shone directly into the high, spacious room, an eerie light illuminating the statue of Valen and imbuing