A 9-year old Kole perked his ears as he and his classmates were ushered into the school's well-lit auditorium. The principal, a Wocky, and a Hissi in a black suit stood on the stage behind a podium. Koledyn's class took their seat as the rest of the students filed in. The neopets on stage chattered to each other, out of the microphone's hearing range. The auditorium's doors closed. The principal stepped to the podium and began to speak.

Greetings young ones, we have a special opportunity for you today. This fine gentlepet, she waves a paw to the Hissi Is from a different school, a school that is looking for bright-eyed and eager students! Kole snorted. I'll let him speak now. The Wocky stepped down from the podium, then the Hissi slithered to it.

Yesss, hello ssstudentsss. My ssschool isss looking for more recruitsss, but you mussst passss a tessst firssst. Kole was intrigued by what the hissi was saying, or maybe just the way that he said it. Thisss isssn't a tessst like you've taken in classss, in fact it would be more accurate to call it...a video game. This statement produced an entusiastic cheer from the students, Kole smiled. The onesss with the bessst ssscoresss will be offered a place in my ssschool. Good luck little onesss_ The crowd clapped for the Hissi as he slithered out of the room. The Wocky spoke into the microphone once more. You will be tested with your class, your teachers have instructions on where to send you. Good luck! She smiled before leaving the room with applause.

Kole stepped into the simulation device as the Hissi spoke to him. Itsss like a ssshooter game. You know how to play?

Koledyn smirked Yeah I'm awesome at games! He placed his hands on the U-shaped steering wheel, thumbs hovering over the firing buttons. Ready

A few months have passed since the screening. Kole sat in his room, thumbs fiercely punching at the buttons of a The Return of the Return of Dr.Sloth game controller. It was summer break, he has traded long school days for video game marathons. Take that, Sloth! Kole taunted the flashing screen as a virtual ship exploded. Kole thrust his arms up in a triumphant cheer.

He was about to start a new game when his mother called him from another room. Kole, there is a neopet here to speak with you. Her excited voice drew Kole out of his room, leading him to the front door. The Hissi from the screening stood at the door, holding some envelopes in his wings. His parents, both red Draiks, stood by, smiling. His mother spoke, Lets have a seat, this Hissi has very exciting news!

...Basssically, the boy hasss a great potential. With an education at the Facility, he can be an excellent agent. The Hissi finished his speech. By now the papers in the envelope had been sprawled over the coffee table. Koledyn bounced in his seat, his parents glowing with pride next to him. How about it, kid? the Hissi spoke to Kole. How would you like to come to my ssschool, to help Neopia ssshould Sssloth invade again? There was no hesitation in Koledyn's ever so subtle reply. YES, he yelped at the top of his lungs, jumping off of he couch.

The deal was sealed with the three signatures of the Vaulkyns'. He would attend the Facility's Academy for the rest of his education.

Kole's eleven year long academic career passed by pretty smoothly. However his somewhat unruly attitude did land him int some trouble, both with the faculty and his peers. If Koledyn did not agree with his superiors, he was not shy in revealing his opinion. His sharp tongue and outspoken wit often opened a seat for him in detention.

It was obvious that Kole was a natural, his top notch skills dominated any simulation set before him. His excellence in class and simulations made some students burn with envy, sometimes to the point that they would pick on the Draik. This never lasted long before he would set his foot down, fists clenched. These brawls with other students also landed him in detention, but as long as the other guy was injured more, it didn't matter. This created a bad boy image for Kole, which seemed popular with some of the female students.

Despite his tumbles with other students, and occasional flirting with the girls, Kole did learn the skills that the Academy taught. In his late teens and early twenties, video simulations were replaced with real life jet flying and target practice. Still he flourished, still he taunted his opponents, even if they were just metal targets. At the age of twenty five, the Draik took his final exam. He passed with flying colors, earning him the Massacre and the job he holds now.