[ Of course. Why hadn't Bean seen it right away. A whole army of soldiers, conscripted from a young age. Birth, probably. That would be the best way to ensure compliance with your rules and structure. It's the logical conclusion of what Battle School started. Don't just train the smartest minds. Train every young mind. Armies need footsoldiers, too. ]

That, or they were getting desperate. We were fighting a war. They trained kids to be commanders, to win it once and for all. [ He shrugs, feeling somewhat detached from it all now, even though the final battle took place less than a week ago, for him. ] I was their second choice, in the end, to command the fleet against the enemy's home world.