idiots in spaaaaaaace

[adastrea]

[In a world with, perhaps, a passing resemblance to a one we know well--where Mars and Luna had their civil war, but, perhaps, the dwindling lifespan of humanity was not an insurmountable force. And where, as the years of living in space had continued, young martians had begun to display odd powers, rarely.

Such espers did not usually live so long, but for a girl with a familiarly tragic loss of family in the final days of war, her incredible and somewhat uncanny luck in avoiding the series of disasters that had befallen everyone she cared about wasn't of much concern.

What was was this base tour of the new cadets, and someone had snuck off, trying to catch a glimpse of the legendary war heroes or, perhaps, the dyne in all those stories.

This certainly can't end badly.]

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[adastrea]

[There's no questions, just a blond failing to completely hide a smile. This is your life now, Leo. This is your life now.]

[downbygravity]

Then I trust you're all ready for a quick jog before we head back to the dorms?

[You know. Nice. Quick. Two miles. He seems unconcerned with it.]

[adastrea]

[IT WILL TAKE MORE THAN THAT TO BREAK HER. >:|

There is a cheery 'Yes sir' among the more shocked and despondent responses.]

[downbygravity]

Riou, why don't you come up to the front with me? Your records showed you were an overachiever.

[Oh he's keeping a close eye on her.]

[adastrea]

[He can also keep a close eye on her butt, if he slows down his jog a little, but that's neither here nor there.

Even if it's a really nice butt.]

If you insist, sir.

[downbygravity]

[Look, her cadet CO could probably be an underwear model. Good looks are something you can literally buy in this era and it's awesome.]

I like your attitude. I think you've just become my new assistant. Interested, Riou?

[adastrea]

[See. This is a trap. She knows it's a trap. She knows he has to know she knows it's a trap.

And it's not one she can refuse in any convincing manner.

Oh, it's fucking on.]

I'd be happy to, sir.

[She's gonna fucking deck you the moment she has an opportunity.]

[downbygravity]

Fantastic. You'll be responsible, then, for making sure the rest of your squad can keep up for this. Only another klick to go!

[He grins rather widely. Look, she decided she wanted him as a CO, she knew what she'd be getting herself into.]

[adastrea]

...Yes, sir!

[Well then, she'll have to drop back a bit.

And then he can probably hear the sounds of her fucking terrifying the stragglers and the lazy into picking up the pace.

Of course, by the time they get there, she is a bit behind, carrying some poor girl who made it in on technical scores and just couldn't keep up the run, but she's there. She wants to kill him. But she's there.]

[downbygravity]

[He nods, looking toward the dorms for a moment.]

Fantastic! You've twenty minutes to clean up and change before the mess opens. Riou, you're proving to be just the assistant that I wanted.

[adastrea]

[The look she's given him might have killed a lesser man on the spot.]

Without permission to speak freely, I believe my words will only be 'thank you, sir'.

[And she's going to skip mess to get that poor girl to the infirmary and make sure she's okay because she won't let her be collateral damage to her bitchfight with their CO. >:|||]

[downbygravity]

[Commanding Officers, like wizards, have no sense of right and wrong apparently. But they had free time for the rest of the evening anyways, so it shouldn't be surprising most people just went to bed after eating. Not him, he's up and waiting for them to get back.]

[adastrea]

[Well, the cadet in question is just dehydrated and exhausted, but they're keeping her for a little while longer to be certain. Signe, now incredibly hungry, sweaty, and pissed, looks about on the edge of murder.]

...What.

[downbygravity]

You missed dinner. The medical team would have seen her at mess.

[He's looking rather drolly at her.]

Didn't I tell you I'd give you no breaks?

[adastrea]

Don't get them involved in this! Have some star-forsaken honor, man.

[She...does actually seem legitimately pissed about that, huh.]

I don't care what you do to me but I swear on my life I won't have them caught up in this.

[downbygravity]

I will take the fact that this has been a rather exhausting day into account for this outburst, but, for the record: there would have been a run regardless. You placed yourself on this squad. You can use you own powers to remove yourself if you so wish.

[If he's irritated by this, which he is, he keeps that heat close to his chest.]

I am going to advise that you shower, eat the meal your fellow squadmates left in your room, and get your rest for the morning.

[adastrea]

[For a moment, she seems as though she's really seriously debating hitting him, but she then just turns on her heel and stalks off. And makes certain everyone else is taken care of, again, before she bothers to do anything herself.

Aggravating she may be, he can't say she doesn't take the job seriously...]

[downbygravity]

[On a certain level he's impressed. On another, he's just now more determined to break her.

She'll be getting a knock early in the morning, though.]

[adastrea]

[...There's some mumbled swearing, but she's up and opening the door as promptly as one might expect.

She isn't even saying anything. Just staring at him.]

[downbygravity]

It's part of your duty as my assistant to be a leader. I woke you up fifteen minutes early to do that. I'll be waking them up then. Go get ready.

[Note that he hasn't bothered getting dressed yet when he came to tell her that.]

[adastrea]

Please tell me you'll be putting a shirt on first.

[Just. Deadpanned.]

And run a comb through your hair. [She's going to go pull on clothes herself, then. She is, apparently, totally out of fucks to give.]

[downbygravity]

Maybe we'll PT in our underwear today, then.

[But he's heading back to go get ready himself, and then fifteen minutes or so later, there's reveille and he's out there beating on doors.]

[adastrea]

[Annd she's falling into step, and if she's exhausted (she is) she's damn well not going to let him see that. Really, at this rate she'll probably end up hurting herself keeping up with this pace...]

[downbygravity]

[Well he was only joking about the underwear part, but it's rather punishing PT in the morning and then breakfast and then technical training handled by the actual instructors.

She can probably tell he's watching her, though.]

[adastrea]

[He will get the psychic equivalent of a forehead flick after a while. She's doing her best, but she is tired, and as the day wears on, it's obvious she's forcing herself to keep going on sheer will alone.]