Viego
Viego was an odd child. After all not every child is raised in a secret military program. Almost none of those that are would be taught to read by Coalition law. Then there was the trained with such strict military training and monitoring. Of course Viego didn't think anything about it was odd. Obviously it was normal for him. He did find it odd the doctors were always asking him about his dreams, how he felt, and that his medicine regiment was so rigid. Because he felt great. He had a lot of testing, physicals, and was monitored a lot. Of course he didn't mind.
The dog boys played with him, as well as Aaron and Marcus. They were all that was left of the many children that had started. Viego knew the others hadn't made it. He wasn't sure what they had failed at though. Mostly because he wasn't told what they failed at, but he caught the occasional conversations from the adults when they thought he couldn't hear, but Viego was pretty good at well listening. Viego tried his best, but he wasn't as strong as Marcus, and no one was as smart as Aaron. Viego always joked he must be the good looking one then, but he knew that wasn't true.
Of the dog boys Viego liked Biscuit the best, followed by Bones.. He was a tough scrapper of a dog boy and he told the best stories. Bones tried to keep it professional, but Viego knew he liked him. All of the dog boys weren't afraid of Viego and they would rough house with him, and best of all they told stories. Viego and psistalkers did not get along. They gave Viego this itching annoying sensation. And it seemed he bothered them as well, luckily they almost never had to interact.
The emperor came occasionally, and Viego liked him. But the man as mostly there to visit with Aaron and Marcus and it showed. Viego was aware the man kept him at a distance compared to Aaron and Marcus. Still it never bothered him honestly. Viego was used to being somewhat alone, the brothers were good friends, and they had each other. Viego didn't begrudge them, or lament things, it was just how it was. Besides the General Ross Underhill was always nice to him, and the General stopped by more often then the Emperor. Viego thought highly of the man and idealized him. He was always asking him about mechs, aircraft, and such.
For Viego's passion was to fly. He dreamed of it. He wanted it so bad, and the SAMAS and other flying mechs were the coolest things in the world to him. He trained at other stuff cause he had to but he loved, dreamed, breathed and worked his ass off for the chance to fly.
Sometimes he would have vivid dreams of flying among the clouds and such. He didn't like telling the doctors about them. Because when he told the doctors about they usually have him more pills to take. For his dreams were about flying. And he loved them. Sometimes they were about flying, and dragons... Dreams of dragons, and platinum scales... But those dreams were rare, and usually hazy, hard to recall.