For some reason, you expected the IMC's Pilot training to be a lot easier. You joined up about a year ago, hoping for the high salaries and opportunities to see new planets that the recruiter told you about. However, so far you haven't seen anything but the inside of the IMC's Dynamic Testing Facility on Typhon, where the nearest Pilot training program was located.

Life there isn't too bad- you've been assigned a small squad of fellow trainee Pilots, and two real, live Pilots have been training you on all sorts of different skills for the past year. One of them specifically, Lt. Nyox "Blitz" Cherniavskyi, seems to have taken a liking to you- he's helped you out a lot more than the other recruits, and doesn't yell his lungs out at you (much).

Anyways, today's grenade training. You find yourself hunkered down in a small dugout with Nyox, while he explains the basics of throwing a frag.

"...anyways, let's go over this one more time. First, you find your target..." He looks at you expectantly. "I assume you remember which target we're going for today?"