Professor Cross took his time getting out of bed. His class was later in the day, so he had the luxury of sleeping in, something his old bones were grateful for. The old fox rose out of bed and took a shower. The hot water felt good on his aching leg. After drying off, he locked his mechanical arm on and flexed the fingers, ensuring himself that it still worked. The doors to his closet were opened, revealing his crisp military uniform with all of its medals and ribbons. His boots waited just below, high polished and gleaming in the morning light. Cyrus got dressed and put all of his lesson materials in a brief case. It was mostly notes for himself, as well as a few holotapes and slides. He grabbed his cane beside the door then left.
In the Professors' mess hall, there was quite the arrangement of foods. Much better fair than the students were fed, but it comes with the territory. Cyrus loaded up a tray and sat at a table, taking his time and checking through his messages for anything important. Nothing, it was only the first day. He finished up his light meal and made for his classroom.
The room was dark and empty, he turned on the lights. It was an auditorium styled room; rows of theater seating with an area for the professor on the floor. Cyrus had specifically requested this room as it was one of the only ones that still had a projector. Everything had gone to holograms since he had attended the academy. He loaded a couple of videos from a flash-drive onto the computer that was hooked up to the projector, then sat at the desk taking some notes. It would be a long while before his students walked in, so he decided to keep himself busy.