Major's Log: The Journal of Grant "Grizz" Ursa

This written story is presented as the journal of a certain Grant Ursa.

##### Day 1~

My name is Grant Ursa. I’m a mobian grizzly bear born and raised in Central City, United Federation.

This is my first time attempting to keep a journal. I decided it might be a good idea since tomorrow I begin my training as a cadet for the Guardian Units of Nations.

“Why?” You may ask. Mobians are not known to be treated well in human organizations, however GUN recently changed a lot of their policies regarding Mobian agents.

That would be all thanks to a sheep by the name of Flame. He single-handedly changed the game for all of us by making Captain earlier last year.

My other reason for joining GUN is because I want to turn my life around. I got into trouble a few years back and dropped out of school, thankfully, my brother Theodore cared enough to get me back on track. I just finished my GED at the age of 19 and I’m now qualified to begin my training!

I'm not sure what else to write about right now, hopefully I get the hang of this sooner or later.. But anyways, I’ll write tomorrow!

~GUN Cadet Ursa out!

##### Day 2~

Today was a bit more mild than I expected. I arrived at the GUN Academy campus at 0800 hours and was immediately shown to my class. The first thing I realized upon entering the classroom was the ratio of mobians to humans. At least 60% of all the cadets in the room were mobians. It seems Captain Flame’s influence has spread further than I thought!

I was assigned a seat next to a human named Klein and an anteater named Metric. Soon enough, our instructor entered: GUN Major Bennington, A human male who stands head and shoulders above everyone, and demands respect with his gaze alone.

Our first assignment was to fill out our uniform requisition forms. They only have a few options, but I chose a normal dark grey and red uniform. I don’t know why, but I’ve always hated having to match everyone else..

After classes were done for the day, I went over to my parents house to pick up some of my old stuff. My dad tried to make conversation with me, but mom still won’t look me in the eye… Can’t she see I’m trying to do better now? How long will it take before my folks are proud of me again?

Anyway, after that, I headed back to my apartment, ate some instant ramen and began writing, so that’s where I am now.

That’s all for today, I guess.

~GUN Cadet Ursa out!

##### Day 3~

Physical assessments are garbage. I am tiredan h ungray.

Apologies for that, potential future journal reader, I fell asleep at my desk while writing today’s entry. Today we had our physical assessments, so we spent the entire day exercising muscles I didn’t even know existed!

It’s currently 0300 and I have yet to finish unpacking all of my things. I have to get up at 0700. Two days into higher education and I’ve already forsaken my sleep schedule. Oh well, as long as I can function tomorrow, I’ll be fine. Maybe I should try drinking more coffee..

Alright! I’ve finally finished! And it’s 0630… Time to get ready for class, I guess.

~GUN Cadet Ursa Out.

##### Day 4~

So, staying up all night is not a good idea.. It should be common sense, right? Apparently I don’t have that.

We had our first firearms training course lesson today. I was given a laser pistol that was specifically designed to destroy badniks. A very cool weapon, if not very situational. Not many GUN agents have even engaged with Eggman’s robots before.

Needless to say, with my lack of sleep it did not go well. I ended up nodding off during one of our firing range tests and somehow shot a direct bullseye!…. In Metric’s target…

I’m going to bed. No more for today.

~GUN Cadet Ursa out!

##### Day 5~

Do. Not. Mess. With. Sloths.

Today started out pretty okay. I got into class 15 minutes before time and got to catch up with Metric and Klein. I wouldn’t call them my friends yet, but they’re certainly not awful. Well, that’s when a female sloth cadet crossed our paths. I had seen her before in class, Petra was her name. 4 days in and she already is top-of-the class material, perfect marks on her firing range test and physical assessments.

That’s when I got a good sense of Metric’s personality. He started talking her up out of nowhere! And the crazy thing was, Petra didn’t even seem to mind! Anyway, he asked her and her posse of lady cadets out after classes and invited me and Klein along as his wingmen. I got sat across from Vespera, a braggadocious panther, who talked my ear off.

About halfway through this mess of a group date, I lost sight of Metric. Turns out, Petra had tricked him into following her outside, then she revealed her big plan..

Turns out, Metric dated her sister in high school and broke her heart. Petra wanted to avenge her sis and so she beat him up..

I half-heartedly comforted Metric after the fact, but I didn’t really feel bad for him. This will definitely go down as the most eventful night of my college life so far.

~GUN Cadet Ursa Out!

##### Day 7~

Apologies for a lack of entry yesterday, I had a crazy-full day. It started after classes were already over for the day. Major Bennington asked a few of us Cadets to stay behind and help with some manual labor around the Academy, promising us a surprise reward for our cooperation.

I was tasked with sweeping and spot cleaning the garages. I got to work around the MC-01 semi-trucks. Those things are absolutely massive! Yet they’re nothing compared to the prototype MC-11 with the added saw blades and weaponry. Why does GUN even have these trucks?

I was partnered with Klein who slacked off the entire time. I single-handedly cleaned the entire 12 door garage in a matter of 6 hours, while Klein sat there “inspecting” the various weapons lying around.

After everything was done, the Major gave us all gift cards to that one Spagonian chain restaurant. He said the whole work thing was a request from the Commander and this was his choice of consolation.

When I got home, I was too tired to write, so I just went straight to bed. I woke up early this morning and got ready for classes until I remembered, it’s the weekend.. So I’m getting my writing for today and yesterday done in one go and then I’ll go enjoy my short-lived freedom.
If anything interesting happens today I’ll write about it, but otherwise, I’m off!

Nothing of note happened today. But I did stain my favorite pants with ketchup, so there was that..

-GUN Cadet Ursa Out!!

##### Day 9~

I didn’t write again yesterday, that might be because I slept the entire day. And oh, boy, did I need that. Today we did some tactical training, stuff like kicking down doors, entry formations, and hand signals. We also did training scenarios where we put into practice what we have been taught.

During my mock-scenarios I was partnered with Vespera, Burnson the parrot and a female sheep whose name I didn’t catch. I led the team and together we cleared the base of a global terror conglomerate (which was just the old academy records room) and arrested the leader, who was played by Major Bennington.

In another one of our scenarios, Burnson was taken out by a sneaky attacker and the rest of us had to press on without him. We kept getting picked off one by one, until I was the last agent standing. The “Terrorists” then all jumped me at once. I defeated a few but their “leader” finally got me.

Afterwards, the Major applauded my fighting spirit, but scolded me for letting my teammates get “offed”. Apparently I still have a lot to work on. But hey, it’s only the second week!

-Note to self: Remember to never let your teammates die. If you are the leader, it’s up to you to make sure everyone goes home at the end of the night. Even if it means sacrificing yourself.-

~GUN Cadet Ursa Out!!

##### Day 10~

It would seem lessons will become more and more brutal as time goes on..

Today, we practiced how to handle a bomb-threat (That’s when we get a tip that someone may have planted a bomb somewhere.). We learned all about how to de-escalate the situation if you come in contact with the bomber and also how to get everyone to safety.

In my scenario, I was sent in with Xander Hefley as my partner, he’s a human whose height would scare a mountain, but that comes at the cost of him having his head in the clouds. We arrived on the scene, asked the people present all the right questions, and got them out of the building. Then the phone rang. Xander immediately decided it would be a good idea to answer the phone, and as soon as he did, the whole place blew..

Turns out the phone was the trigger..

The Major gave us a lecture on quick thinking and common sense. This flew right over Xander’s head, but somehow reached my head several feet lower. The Major is a very smart man, I doubt anything gets past him.

After class, I went back to my apartment and straightened up a little. That’s when I heard a knock at the door. I opened it to find my brother, Theodore, standing there.

He had stopped by to check on me, claiming himself my “accountability partner”. I told him I was fine, and I told him about my visit with our folks and how mom refused to even make eye contact with me. He offered some words of sympathy, but I still think he is just patronizing me.

Maybe one day I’ll finally prove myself to my family. I’ll make sure they have no other option than to be proud of me. But I feel that day is still far-off..

Tomorrow starts our training for the GUN Academy Global Competition. I’d better rest up..

~GUN Cadet Ursa Out!!

#### October

##### Day 45~

I can’t believe it’s been over a month since I made an entry! I guess I got so busy with training that I completely forgot to write! I suppose it’s also due to the fact that I’ve been falling asleep immediately after coming home, since our training for Globals has been rather rigorous.

Commander Tower himself has been instructing our class alongside Major Bennington for the past week. He says, “You’re all still first-years, so I don’t expect you to win. What I do expect is for you to do the best you can with what you’ve been taught.”

Tomorrow we leave to go to Spagonia University, where the GAGC is being held. I’ll try to write about the events every night (No promises though). I’m kind of excited since this’ll be my first time ever leaving the United Federation! Getting my passport was quite a hassle, though.

I will write tomorrow night!
~GUN Cadet Ursa Out!!

##### Day 46~

I almost didn’t get a chance to write, but today will most likely go down in infamy.

It started out going to plan. We took a jet all the way to Spagonia and landed at 1630. We immediately went to our hotel which sits only a mile away from the University Campus. The news was abuzz all day with reports that the Eggman was preparing his new “Egg Fleet”. Everyone was pretty unconcerned though, Sonic the Hedgehog will handle it… Or so we thought.

It was around 2000 hours when we were hit with a massive earthquake. People began to scream and scramble all over the place. I dashed from my hotel room (which I was sharing with my classmate Cyclone the Baboon.) and met up with the Major and a few of my other classmates in the lobby. He quickly informed us that Eggman had unleashed an energy beam onto the Adabatan coast that somehow ruptured the entire planet.

The Major sent all of us out to help contain the chaos and lead people to safety. I ran over to what seemed to be a large craft wine cellar, where I found a human girl who couldn’t be much younger than me. She was cowering behind a barrel. I tried to call her out, but that’s when the entrance caved in, trapping us inside. I tried to talk to her to calm her down, but to no avail.

It was a few minutes before the girl said anything, but she eventually spoke up. She told me her name was Charlie, and that she ran away from home years ago, and had since been exploring the world on her own. I told her about my own troubles with my home and family. Soon enough, she had stopped cowering and came out from her hiding place.

We continued to swap stories about our adventures until we heard yelling outside. It was the Spagonian GUN unit, they had begun to dig us out. Charlie had to be taken to the hospital for minor injuries, but I was able to meet back up with my group. We all looked around the square surrounding our hotel one last time before heading back inside.

Klein said he ran into weird, shadowy monsters while he was outside, and a few other cadets corroborated his story. I hesitate to believe these claims, but it doesn’t sound out of the realm of possibility. After debriefing with Major Bennington, we all went back to our rooms.

The competition is being put on hold until further notice, so tomorrow we’re going to be helping Spagonian GUN with rescue and repairs. Here’s hoping it goes well… I’d better get some sleep.

~GUN Cadet Ursa out!

## Characters

*In order of appearance:*

* Grant "Grizz" Ursa
* Hunter Klein
* Metric the Anteater
* Major Bennington
* Petra the Sloth
* Vespera the Panther
* Burnson the Parrot
* Janet Taurine (as unnamed ewe)
* Xander Hefley
* Theodore Ursa
* Abraham Tower
* Cyclone the Baboon
* Charlotte Mathers