How is this so far as a first chapter for my novella manuscript its a science fiction-ish dystopian (I'm new to this ;p) Ill answer any questions needed!!
Chapter 1
2163 April 9th
Father had told me about his last day at the academy, so I knew some of what was coming. That didn't make it feel smaller.
Instructor Hale marched in at exactly seven sharp , flanked by two senior coursers whose insignia I didn't recognize. He was a tall man, fit in the way that suggested he'd never stopped being a soldier, his hair gone gray but his posture unchanged from whatever younger him had stood in this same room decades ago. He was the strictest man I'd ever respected.
He took his place at the front of the Legion and let the silence do its work.
"Welcome, rookies," he said, and his voice filled the room, without effort. "Today is your final day in the Courser Legion Academy. Most of you have earned it. You know who you are."
He paused.
"Your final test is a routine shift in the old city. Patrols. Paper checks. Any vermin found outside after curfew are to be processed accordingly." His eyes moved across us slowly. "Is that understood?"
We rose as one.
"YES SIR."
I thought: this is it. I stood straight and chanted with the rest of them and felt, at this moment, I am completely certain I am meant to do this.
The two senior coursers took us to our Legion mandated G102 flying vehicles,Hale pulled each of us aside and told us our posts. I was being sent to the old city district of 2a, this district according to Courser Prime is home to the unmade from what I know are a cutthroat resistance group. When Hale told me every hair on my body stood up,and when Hale told me I was going alone I almost puked, yet this is my mission after all I told myself, Hale then whispered,” make your father proud, boy. He would have been proud to see you today.” I shook Hales hand and walked out. As I stepped out of the academy's building onto the flight deck the fear caught up to me and the acid rose up in my throat. I had to puke off of the side of the tower. I think I even hit a pigeon well, a spy bird but still.
5-4-3-2-1 I counted as I stepped out of my G102 into the old city, the old skyscrapers darkened and greyed out against the smog of the city. All of my instincts told me to get back in the G102 and flee, yet I stayed and started my patrol anyway.