Caught between the desire to beat Jodie, and the equally powerful desire to sit down and smoke with her, you instead snatch the joint from her fingers.
“Go back to the cabin,” you point with your free hand as you prepare to drop the joint and stamp it out. “Go have a shower.”
“Hey, give that back!” Jodie scowls at you. Her face twists up in an expression of pure entitlement and annoyance. Continue reading
While Cadet deals with Jodie in the forest… Terra makes an entry in her diary.
As we approach the onset of a campaign I have been planning since I first discovered my superiors’ betrayal, I am beginning to feel a certain reluctance. I sit here in a peaceful cabin surrounded by forest and I wish fervently that I did not have to do what I must do. Those I honored, served, and above all, trusted, took my body as their own and removed tissue to create what they believed to be perfect soldiers. Of all those created, I have recovered but one, and she is wounded in mind and heart.
It is so strange to look into her eyes and see myself somehow incarnate, but without the benefit of the love and care which I was given as a girl. I do not know what male part went into her, but I see the parts which came from me, twisted by cruel fate. I wish I could undo all that has been done, but it is too late for that. All I can do now is help her to adjust. One day, perhaps she will be happy. For the moment, all I can offer her is a form of revenge in helping to free the last of our line.
Securing freedom for the last soul trapped by the manipulation of my genes is important to both her and I, but I cannot forget that it could come with a price much higher than I would like.
Cadet is of most concern to me. I have seen many young soldiers go to war. It’s true that tens of thousands have come to maturity on the battlefield. For reasons I cannot entirely explain, I am reluctant to expose her to the worst of what is to come. She has taken to her training well, though her natural empathy and sense of fairness continues to cause her trouble.
How can I best describe her? Continue reading
“Jodie, come on,” you say. “I’m going to get in trouble if you don’t do as you’re told. So go grab a shower, okay?”
“Okay,” Jodie says. “Just for you, Cadet.”
You show her to the showers and grab her some spare clothes to change into. Then you leave her to get cleaned up and return to the main cabin where Terra is working on her tablets again.
“Is she in the shower?” Terra asks, looking up from her work.
“Yes, see. You don’t need to yell at people and hit them,” you say. “Instructor Gray is going to eat her words tomorrow.”
“Go easy on her,” you say as Gray reaches you. “She was just trying to…”
“Disobey orders?” Instructor Gray growls the words at you. She has the rod in her hand and you know that either you or Jodie is probably going to be feeling it very soon.
“She doesn’t understand how this all works,” you say. “It’s got to be strange for her, coming from a rebel group to…”
Gray pushes you to the side firmly, but not roughly. “She knows what ‘come here’ means,” she says, grasping Jodie by the front of her shirt. “Go home, Cadet. See you tomorrow.”
Torn by indecision, you stop running and just look at the pair, your eyes going from the tearful Jodie to Instructor Gray.
“You’re not done with your thirty laps,” Gray says, her voice like steel.
“She’s… she’s not okay,” you say. “She’s not ready for this.”
You find yourself on the wrong end of a withering stare. “How would you know, Cadet? Have you trained anyone before?”
“I do want Instructor Gray to train me,” you say. “But, I can’t promise I’ll stay out of trouble.”
“You better stay out of trouble,” Terra says swiftly, her beautiful blue eyes narrowing at you. “Because if you come back in a state like today again, you’re going to be in trouble with me. And Grisham, if she’s here.”
“What!?” You gasp. “What… that’s not fair.”
“I don’t care if it’s fair. You keep your nose clean with Instructor Gray,” Terra says firmly. “You’ve chosen to train with her, so you’re accepting the consequences of that.”
“She was just doing her job,” you mumble through the wet drizzle of the lukewarm shower. “I kinda… I mean… she warned me.”
Terra cocks her head to the side, silent for a long moment. You can tell that you’ve surprised her. “That’s very mature of you, Cadet,” she says. “Come and see me when you’re done showering.”
“So I’m allowed to hit you? Terra would…” you shake your head. You don’t even know what Terra would do, but you’re sure it wouldn’t be pretty.
“I don’t recommend you try it on anyone else,” Gray smirks. “I don’t even recommend doing it to me again. That was your first and last free shot, Cadet. You take another swing at me that isn’t part of a drill and I’ll make whatever Terra would do to you look like a resort holiday. You understand?”
Yeah. You understand. You nod quickly.
“You forget how to talk, Cadet?”
Her eyes narrow at you. “Did you forget how to address a superior officer?”
This is a Sims 4 machinima to the theme of the Cadet story, made in my spare time because the idea caught me and wouldn’t let me go until I did it. I’m kind of in love with how it turned out! (Though the events within may not be strictly cannon.)
Awesome poll results, totally not what I expected 🙂 I thought way more people would be in favor of running to Terra, and way fewer people would be so eager for push ups. Seeing as we practically had a tie, I’ve written an installment which covers both. Hope you enjoy!
Angry at how she’s talking to you, but eager to prove yourself, you start doing push ups. That doesn’t mean you do them quietly. “I might be spoiled,” you grunt. “But at least I’m not a bully who sucker hits people.”
“You think I’m a bully, Cadet?” You can hear the smirk in her voice. “Good. I don’t care if you hate me. Hell, it’s better if you do. I’m here to make sure when you meet an enemy, you know how to kill them before they kill you.” Continue reading
You head to the gym with a feeling of foreboding. You’re academy fit, which means you can run two miles in eighteen minutes and do twenty push ups. Academy fit doesn’t really mean much, and judging by the way the two young soldiers you just saw looked, they’re probably fitter than you are. That didn’t seem to help them much.
As you walk through the gym door, a screech rends the air. Before you can even turn to look, you’re knocked off your feet. You land flat on the floor, the air knocked out from you, a woman crouched on top. You have no idea where she came from, but a pair of hazel green and gold eyes are narrowed at you in triumph.
Terra is at the cabin when you get back with Grisham. She’s sitting on the couch, working through a stack of tablets and papers and maps. She looks intensely busy and very focused.
“Instructor Credenza’s report was positive,” Grisham says as you and she enter the room.
“Good,” Terra nods without so much as looking up at you. “Quick meal break, then there’s Instructor Gray after lunch.”
You follow Grisham through to the small kitchen at the back of the cabin. There you lean against the cabinet and eat a sandwhich out of foil. Grisham makes herself a hot drink and stands across from you, sipping it. The door to the living area is open, and Terra is only a few feet away, but she may as well be miles away. Continue reading