Keeping his focus on himself was easy. Henri knew that being a poor half blooded reject in rural France would be even worse for him. This had to work. Looking over his shoulder at his partner however showed that things were not going to plan. A pilot could only fire one Pulse at a time. Both pilots could potentially get up to a full 100 in either pulse. It would take him too much time to diminish the Black Pulse he was emitting. Then he would have to focus on the emitting White Pulse. Luckily, Adam was still standing by. "Alright! Alright, I got it." he said as he closed his eyes to focus. When a Top pilot released their White Pulse, it came from the groin area. It was said by the pilots on base that every 4 notches of the meter gave the pilot a single cm. Having a White Pulse of 33 on the first try was actually very good. His pilot suit also faded away. His briefs tented up as the pulse was generated bit by bit. He looked like he had an erection. Clearly, neither of them had high enough of a pulse for forging a full connection. Henri's Black Pulse was a measly 21. Adam slammed his fist on the bed.
No one could be at the top of their game all the time. Sometimes, you just didn't have it in you. "Shit! This fucking sucks!" he said. Henri looked over his shoulder at him again. He did not have sympathy for him. A huge slacker thinking that he could cruise his way through without trying was now breaking under a bit of pressure. It was time to put up or shut up. Adam was shutting down. Not good in here. What would he do against a hostile Z'lanthrax encounter? Crying about it was not going to change anything. Especially when they had not even really started. They still had 9 more weeks to turn this around. "Might as well go for it. Who knows what's going to happen until we do it!?" Henri said. At least getting a bit of experience would help. Adam just sniffled and grabbed him by the hips. Just as expected, nothing happened. Adam was gripping onto Henri way too tightly. As a straight boy, Henri did not enjoy the sensation of having his ass grinded against by another boy's dick. It wasn't really a dick, but it certainly felt that way against his large butt. Adam was frustrated and panicking.
Basically, flailing around. Henri lost a bit more respect for Adam. "C'mon. C'mon! Work already pulse!" he called out. After 30 seconds, the session finally timed out and it was a bit of a mercy for Henri. Everything faded to black for them. Both of the recruits took off their large helmets. It was deemed a failure. That was to be expected. As they hung around the hanger, they were able to see the results of the other members of their squad. Henri had a bit of a competitive streak. If he had failed to get it done, he did not want to be the one one. The next team of Calvin and Guy also failed to make a stable, full connection. The twins passed with flying colors. Adam tapped him on the shoulder. His attention snapped to him. "You're... growling. Is everything okay with you?" Adam asked. He looked scared. Henri had not noticed he was doing that at all. "Sorry. Must have been my stomach. I hope that we can get the better food at the mess hall today." he said with a strained smile. He was letting his instincts shine through. People did not like that stuff. Henri knew this. He just really hated those twins.
