Cracking The Wip

Training in full flux, Tactical Moon appears as a ravaged, monolithic beast traveling through space... at times quickly, other times grudgingly. The new program has shed light on old problems, eating away the rust of change. The immensity of the program, and the amount of time spent on its development, has proven a true workout for the entire organization; both leader and soldier alike.
The slow phases of shedding old skin have turned to high speed, as the basic training classes are complete, and a new philosophy on combat has set its teeth deep. Many recruits have found the training arduous, difficult, frustrating... just as the designers anticipated. Yet a peculiar sense of extreme dedication and "stick-with-it" power has been salvaged, and the clan is humming with a fresh scent of energy.
Even through a lifeless waiting period, most of the new clan has held the course. These men of duty and willpower have proven unbelievably loyal and ready to learn, even though the sting of the new program leaves a mark at times.
Generals Cougar and Grimesy have been working steady to fullfil the tactical dreams of their classes, and with the students almost at mid-semester, the grades are being whipped out shiny and pristine.
Many members, even in the early classes, have found an interesting proficiency for their passions, and even a few have found their niche.
Still, a good portion of classes remain, and Tactical Moon continues to build a new generation of warrior.