09-17-2015, 12:37 AM
Somehow she found herself appreciating the armor more and more, as daily it grew lighter. And even her shack had become a bit of a nice home for her in the time that followed her endless drills that caused sore thighs, aching feet, and of course, pain in every part of her body. Today, out of some sort of mixed luck, Caira had been awarded the day off. Partly because she was a Prime, and for some reason, that authority would give her some leverage on the tasks she was to preform. Caira had leapt at the chance to do a few errands in town for Lunch, before being promised the afternoon off if she did the entire confidential list by a certain time.
Meanwhile, her platoon had other gruesome training to attend.
“Alright men! New drill today. You are to move this rock fifty feet from here, and place it IN that tree. If you don’t manage to do this by sundown, you won’t eat for two days and will be doing drills nonstop! That means through the night boys!” Lunch pointed with an index finger and left the scene. A fresh meal was waiting for him.
“Just how are we supposed to do that?” Someone muttered in the face of the impossible task.
“What are we supposed to gain from moving this oversized rock!” Another growled.
“Use teamwork!” Lunch demanded over his shoulder as his pace continued away from the of group twenty perplexed men.
They began to heave the block with force, but found that because it was in the shape of a colossal cube, they were unable to push it but a few inches in the slopping mud.
An immense rain began to pound upon the shoulders of each man but still their burdens were not washed away. It poured down their cheeks and dribbled from their chins. Those who put pressure on every tendon and pulled at every muscle they didn’t know they had, strained themselves with the strenuous endeavor. Armor began to rust faster than their progress. Sweat, there was no lack of perspiration to be shown for every man’s effort, yet the obstacle still wouldn’t budge. To them, they were tasked with moving a mountain, which even together could not be done. There was a lesson to be learned from their impossible exertion, of this, they were sure of.
Meanwhile, Caira had just begun to clean out her little storage shed when the downpour stained her hammock and consequently she found herself washing it in the rainwater. Her cold fingers sloshed in the foamy soap water. The barrel she scrubbed her laundry in was dark and dusty, matching the settings of her ‘room’ yet she couldn’t deny that other than a bit of wear and tear, it was completely clean. She rinsed the fabric as the groans and shouts of heaving men faintly reached her ears. After perking up to decipher the noise, her head spun in the direction, and it seemed as though she were staring through the wooden wall.
“C’mon men! Move your haunches!” One shouted at the rest who were unsuccessfully using ropes around the rock as a makeshift levy.
The girl approached to investigate the noise only to find tired men staggering behind an enormous boulder in a pitiful pile. She blinked and it dawned on her, all the men were there, so why hadn’t she been invited? Her short Secondary friend, Kobi, came up to her and asked where she had been for half the day. The rest shunned her, “What’s she doing here?”
“As if we need a woman’s help!” An invariably sexist soldier muttered as his clenched teeth nearly fell out with the excessive strain he had put on his jaw.
Trevor -of all people- stood up from his haul-ass position and spoke up with astounding nobility, “That’s strange, I don’t see any women around. Only soldiers.”
Caira felt the remark warm her heart as Kobi briefed her on the stakes of their mission and her clothes soon became as drenched in the rain as the laundering she had been doing. “We won’t get food for two whole days and will have endless drills. No breaks. But if we move it, we get the rest of the day off.”
“That so? You mean to tell me, you’re letting this little pebble keep you from a day off?” she shouted to the men, giving them a show, who hated her for it. She smiled for a moment, amused at the transgressions painted on their weary faces before turning back to Kobi. “I’ll do it.”
Meanwhile, her platoon had other gruesome training to attend.
“Alright men! New drill today. You are to move this rock fifty feet from here, and place it IN that tree. If you don’t manage to do this by sundown, you won’t eat for two days and will be doing drills nonstop! That means through the night boys!” Lunch pointed with an index finger and left the scene. A fresh meal was waiting for him.
“Just how are we supposed to do that?” Someone muttered in the face of the impossible task.
“What are we supposed to gain from moving this oversized rock!” Another growled.
“Use teamwork!” Lunch demanded over his shoulder as his pace continued away from the of group twenty perplexed men.
They began to heave the block with force, but found that because it was in the shape of a colossal cube, they were unable to push it but a few inches in the slopping mud.
An immense rain began to pound upon the shoulders of each man but still their burdens were not washed away. It poured down their cheeks and dribbled from their chins. Those who put pressure on every tendon and pulled at every muscle they didn’t know they had, strained themselves with the strenuous endeavor. Armor began to rust faster than their progress. Sweat, there was no lack of perspiration to be shown for every man’s effort, yet the obstacle still wouldn’t budge. To them, they were tasked with moving a mountain, which even together could not be done. There was a lesson to be learned from their impossible exertion, of this, they were sure of.
Meanwhile, Caira had just begun to clean out her little storage shed when the downpour stained her hammock and consequently she found herself washing it in the rainwater. Her cold fingers sloshed in the foamy soap water. The barrel she scrubbed her laundry in was dark and dusty, matching the settings of her ‘room’ yet she couldn’t deny that other than a bit of wear and tear, it was completely clean. She rinsed the fabric as the groans and shouts of heaving men faintly reached her ears. After perking up to decipher the noise, her head spun in the direction, and it seemed as though she were staring through the wooden wall.
“C’mon men! Move your haunches!” One shouted at the rest who were unsuccessfully using ropes around the rock as a makeshift levy.
The girl approached to investigate the noise only to find tired men staggering behind an enormous boulder in a pitiful pile. She blinked and it dawned on her, all the men were there, so why hadn’t she been invited? Her short Secondary friend, Kobi, came up to her and asked where she had been for half the day. The rest shunned her, “What’s she doing here?”
“As if we need a woman’s help!” An invariably sexist soldier muttered as his clenched teeth nearly fell out with the excessive strain he had put on his jaw.
Trevor -of all people- stood up from his haul-ass position and spoke up with astounding nobility, “That’s strange, I don’t see any women around. Only soldiers.”
Caira felt the remark warm her heart as Kobi briefed her on the stakes of their mission and her clothes soon became as drenched in the rain as the laundering she had been doing. “We won’t get food for two whole days and will have endless drills. No breaks. But if we move it, we get the rest of the day off.”
“That so? You mean to tell me, you’re letting this little pebble keep you from a day off?” she shouted to the men, giving them a show, who hated her for it. She smiled for a moment, amused at the transgressions painted on their weary faces before turning back to Kobi. “I’ll do it.”
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