Later that same day, as the majority of the cadets of Starfleet Academy leave their final class for the day; a tall warbot angrily leaves Bridge Simulator Seven and stalks through the halls, cadets scrambling to get out of his way. With a crash, Drake slams open the old fashioned front doors of the simulator building and with a blast of fire and startled exclamations from several nearby sophants, streaks into the sky before landing on the roof of the tallest building in the Academy, the administration tower. Walking to the edge of the roof, Drake sits with his back to a pillar and looks out over the Academy, the late afternoon light painting the grounds and buildings in shades of orange and red.
Sighing, Drake looks back over the events of the day. It had started out so well he thought. Data had finally gotten back to him on the swarm cell and they had scheduled an hour to meet mid morning tomorrow to install it. Additionally, Drake's Simulation Scenarios course had begun in earnest. Which, compared to the lecture based courses was far more engaging and useful to him due to the fact that he couldn't simply download the course materials like in the lecture courses. The past few days of the simulations course had been focused on the Bridge simulators, with each member of the class being rotated to a different position each day. According to the instructors this was to facilitate an understanding of how each bridge position fit together into the whole, as well as help the cadets determine where their interests and skills laid should they choose to pursue a bridge position or the command track. Personally, Drake thought he would do well at the Tactical position and was pleasantly surprised to be correct. Despite the differences in technology space combat was still space combat and despite having been an air assault soldier in his old universe rather than a starship crewman, he found that he rather enjoyed the challenge of directing the weaponry of a starship. Plus with the tactical officer's additional role as chief of security, it made sense to Drake to pursue that position.
The problem though, and what ultimately lead to Drake's current bad mood, was the individual acting as Captain in today's simulation. An apparently up and coming noble from a world that had just joined the Federation, he was, without a doubt, one of the most pompous and bigoted individuals Drake had ever had the displeasure of meeting. As far as Drake could tell, no-one had managed to get it through the noble's thick skull that Starfleet did not work like the aristocratic based military of his homeworld, where, according to him, the Captain's word was law and any dissent would be punished. There was also the little issue of him seeing Drake as nothing more than a particularly clever toaster, outright ignoring his tactical recommendations, referring to him only as "machine" and only doing so when he was outright forced to acknowledge him. What had really sent Drake over the edge though, was what happened once the last simulation of the day had finished. The Cadet's ship had been destroyed (again) by a rogue Romulan D'deridex-class vessel that had fired it's weapons mid-sentence as the Romulan and the noble were arguing on the viewscreen. Of course, if the noble had actually listened to Drake's warnings that the Romulans were charging weapons that result might have been avoided. As it was, the simulation ended with the Starfleet ship destroyed. Before the instructor could enter and debrief us though, the noble rounded on the cadet acting as comm officer, a member of the same species the noble. Screaming in their face that it was their fault we had been destroyed. The moment the cadet began defending themself though, the noble backhanded them, screaming at them to "know their place" and calling them what was apparently an extremely derogatory term for a low class citizen on their world. Before the noble could backhand the other cadet again Drake had grabbed him by the collar of their uniform and slammed him into the wall, his feet dangling about a foot in the air. Of course that was the precise moment that the instructor entered, which lead to her going full "drill sergeant" mode and ordering Drake from the room. The smug look on the noble's face almost made Drake do something he wouldn't have been able to take back but instead he dropped him to the floor and stalked out of the simulator, leading to him landing on this roof. In the back of his mind Drake knew that once the Instructor got the full story he wouldn't be in much trouble. The problem though, was how short Drake's fuse had gotten since arriving in this universe.