Roborbing

option 4

Looking around, everyone else had their instructor come and retrieve them, so the young girl sat alone in an uncomfortable thinly padded metal chair. She fidgeted with stray strands of hair that fell and irritated her nose, thinking about what kind of instructor would come for her. Some of them stood broad and seemed to be experienced infantry soldiers, some were much thinner and held a distant gaze when interacting with their recruits.

Shifting in her seat, she looked over her pilot suit, pulling down the chest piece slightly, pulling the tight matte black suit away from her body, feeling the thin fabric let in air as she moved it. She got to messing with her legs and found small nylon handles on the outside of her thighs, at the perfect height for her hands, a creak came from behind her causing her to whip around.

Who stood there was backlit from the hallway, short hair, decently tall slender curvy figure holding a black plastic clipboard that all the instructors she'd seen carry.

"Stop gawking rookie, I'm your CO until the end of this exercise." A deep resonating feminine voice, carrying military weight in her tone.

The girl scrambled to stand and give her a proper military salute.

"Come out of that dark room, and state your name so I know I've got the right fodder." Her figure went from attention to leaning slightly on the doorway, maybe a trick of the light but she seemed to smirk.

Coming out of the room was like waking up to the sun in your eyes, the pale sterile walls and florescent lights were hard to adjust to, causing the girl to feel off balance for a moment.

"At attention, face me. State your name, rank and we can skip your position." The officer stood in the same matte black suit with her back to the wall, her face was weathered but grayish pale.

Putting her feet together and standing up straight the girl swayed as she stood, "Private Vierra miss-" She fell off trying to see a nameplate.

"Lieutenant Charlie." She looked over the clipboard, flipping through a few papers.

"Where are we-" Vierra started a question and was cut off by the lieutenant's hand.

"You are staying here until I confirm everything. I hate writing and walking." She pulled out a thick pen and started marking her papers.

Vierra jolted to standing straight up at the blunt monotone interruption to her question. She was excited, but being unsure how to proceed made her cautious.

So she simply stood at attention, and observed her current CO. She had slight lines around the edges of her sunken eyes. They had a soft green tone to them, though it was hard to see from a distance. Her mouth had the beginnings of strong crease lines from her sharp lips.

Her cheek bones were surprisingly soft, complimenting her slightly more defined jaw currently hidden slightly behind her short thin black hair dripping in front of her leaned over face. She was well showing her years, each line was subtle but distinctive tells of her experiences and personality.

"Eyes forward cadet. I don't need you ogling me like the lecherous captains I've near pummeled." She didn't look up from her papers, and spoke with a flat unfocused tone.

"Understood ma'am. Won't happen again." She straightened up, focusing on the wall, but her head was still lingering on the striking figure her CO had. As well as the presence she took up.

"Done staring a hole in that wall? Last I checked you're not on sentry duty, are you coming." She didn't intend for a response, turning heel and walking at a brisk pace down the hall carrying distant echos of activity from all around.

"I'm ready-" She managed to get just those words out before lightly jogging to close the distance the lieutenant had covered.

"I'm not going to repeat myself, if you don't listen the first time you're on your own. If you don't follow orders, dilly dally, or in any way make danger for yourself or others- " She stopped, fixing her cold gaze on her junior, "You will be removed, reprimanded and never set foot in these halls again. Understood." Again she cut any chance for retort by continuing her quick lockstep.

Vierra did struggle to keep up, realizing that she just about came up to the lieutenants shoulder, but after walking down the hallway, which carried the sound of their steps like the wind, they entered the training room.

It took a minute for her to comprehend it, they had come in from the corner of the leftmost wall, and the room stretched dozens maybe hundreds of feet to the other wall. There was a separation in the middle of the floor which housed massive mechanism of gears and rails, on the other side of which sat bays going back the length of an aircraft hanger or two housing full operating units, the whole thing lit via inset floor lights.

They stood from about one and a half to nearly three stories, with catwalks dropped down and people that look like bugs in comparison making augments, repairs and system upgrades. Each bay had a rail leading to the center division, as Vierra took in the sights she was snapped back to by a tired voice.

"Hey, this isn't a sightseeing trip. Pay attention, we're over here." the lieutenant pointed over to the wall opposite the mech hangers.

The wall was split into three layers with catwalks running down about the length of several mech bays. Housing numerous spherical pods of triangular panels covered in wires enough that it could pass as fur from a distance.

"We have to go to the top layer, your comrades have already started."

Walking to the nearby metal staircase, it echoed each step through the massive hall. A number of cadets leaned out of their pods as she walked by, a number of instructors got cross at them for doing so and nearly threw them back in.

"Ok, in you go." They had just gotten to the top, and were about halfway down the catwalk, only protected from the thirty plus foot drop by some rather loose looking yellow pipe railings.

Stepping away from the edge a little Vierra looked into the pod, a seat with a backrest split into three panels was missing the center of it. The pod smelt of iron, and faint ozone mixed with stale air.

"Understood, what do I-" She was cut off.

"You are to sit down in that chair and adjust it so you are comfortable. I will explain everything as we go." She stands blocking the path further down the walkway, gesturing into the pod.

Giving a quick nod Vierra stepped into the pod, not realizing the drop into the pod she fell forward and catching herself on the armrests as she felt a jolt through her body from the sudden stop. She looked back at the lieutenant slightly embarrassed, who simply had her hand to her chin like she was pondering something.

"Go ahead and sit down, the adjustments for the pack panels are on either side below the rests." She gives a blase point to either side of the chair as she goes over her papers mindlessly.

Sitting down, the seat looked flat, just having a silver metal band less than an inch thick around the edge and a faded red interior. But when she sat down, the seat gave way and was much softer than she expected. It took a bit to fix the back panels into place, especially since the center was missing.

"Are you finally ready?"

"Yes ma'am."

She looked over all parts of Vierra before saying, "Close."

She stepped in, grabbing the top of the entryway as she did so. She now stood a towering pillar into the cloud of wires running all around the top of the pod. In one swift movement she grabbed both sides of the chair, placing her knee between Vierra's legs, pressing it all the way back to her crotch. She then leaned forward, feeling Vierra's thighs grip her, keeping her left hand on the chair's shoulder, just above the girl trying to sit still to middling effect, the lieutenant reached back into the wires and pulled down a metal arm.

Vierra was now leaning back, trying not to stare too much, but the lieutenants chest was quite close, her eye level though was at the larger woman's collarbone. Sharp and defined from the perspective she had, just barely able to look over her back as she reached behind the chair doing- something.

"How fresh are your integration ports?" The lieutenants voice was resonant, coming from both her chest and as she spoke into her ear.

It took a moment to respond, slightly dazed by the voice so close to her. "Quite fresh. They're about a month."

The woman hummed, deep and echoing in her ears growing close to a growl, or so it seemed. Shifting her height, the lieutenant stood taller, now pressing Vierra's head into her clavicle and traced down the girls spine, around the three metal protrusions from her back. Around each of the shallow, oblong metal box on the girls back she'd flinch.

Vierra was now sitting, face to chest with her lieutenant, encompassed in the larger woman's warmth. She could also smell her, and she smelt of a soft lavander that faded and gave way to stale air from a plastic container and a faint sweet smell of sweat. She could also feel the gentle tracing of her spine from the woman, till she got to the still raw surgery spots where she flinched from sharp aches.

"You may not be fit for integration testing yet, your scars are not healed." Her voice was right next to Vierra's ear, pressing her cheek to the young cadets'.

Grabbing the woman's waist with one arm and the lieutenants' free leg with her other arm, Vierra pressed herself into the lieutenants' chest, and pulling the woman even closer.

"What are you doing?" The voice was coming from just behind Vierra, slightly agitated but still quite calm, warm.

Vierra's face felt warm, and a rush with emotion, she couldn't very well think clearly and only felt half awake. Until she managed to get out, "N-no don't take me back."