Incident Sourcecode: 7452/Obedience Camp

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The Academy was always hard on its trainees. Only the brightest and strongest would rise as stars to illuminate the universe. First undertaking technical classes to weedle out the incompetent, and then through boot camp to train them in military discipline and the direct obedience to one's superiors.

At Obedience camp we slept in locked bunks every night, our wrists always bound this way to show us humility, and we slept nude as well in case the trainers had need of our bodies during our rest periods.

Cadets are broken down to the barest of fibers and then rebuilt into the soldiers and officers of the Star Core, but to do so they have to become perfectly molded to the aspirations and creed of your peers. To do so every cadet is disidentified, and given a designation that they must become. Just another copy of a obedient template which the trainers can refine to fit the needs of the fleet.

Not that a cadet is only in the hands of their training advisor. Many cadets can gain academic points by participating in challenges, gaining ranked designations throughout the curriculum. Which determines the placement of the cadets in the command structure of the fleet.

So there you stood cadet Cyril, having just stepped off the hover bus and onto the tarmac of the Fort. Achilles Training Facility, you and 23 other cadets pile out into a sleepy mishapen line. Which after the two day cycle you spent in planetary customs in orbit during quarantine procedures for any planetary arrival. Had left you and your fellow cadets bloodshot and blurry eyed.

Which is why you rubbed your eyes so hard when you saw a vision of beauty so threatening that your heart dropped as you behold her. A brunette striding acrossed the tarmac wearing a mostly leather military uniform which showed off her assets and fine form more like a porn star than a drill sergeant. But she caught your gawking and quickly shouted at the mob to "clear up, You wet pussies!" And the cadets quickly fell into an orderly line as several other instructors approached the bus.

These instructors wore simple black t shirts and servo augmented combat pants like most soldiers would. However each of them had a utility belt with all manner of handcuffs and tools of **** at their waists. The brunette introduced herself as Colonel Strong, and that the men and women standing around the cadets are her fellow drill sergeants. That they would be Molding the cadets into the examples of military excellence to which they were proud of.

"Now cadets, if you are ready to stop your pussy footing. Form up into two lines, male on the left, and female on the right. Follow sergeant Gomez, and Sergeant Leachman to the processing centers." After some confusion the cadets begin to form into gender based lines. Col. Strong noticed you standing hesitantly and called you out. "That's an order Cadet Shgra." The threat dripped from her voice.