C81 Steel Discipline

"G*ddamn, and here I thought you were softening up. Guess one night with a synth hasn't changed you after all."

Julian tried to change the subject Instantly fully aware he just f*cked up big time.

"Soft? Never. Just need a bit of recovery time. You know how it is, wait Its not the point how the f*ck do you know about It?"

I glared at him, If looks could kill he would be dead ten times over already.

"You do know Drac that we've been best friends for decades I know you like the back of my hand, so guessing youre rooms and consoles password wasn't really that hard considering youre unique culture tastes,"

Airid said, leaning back in his chair with a wide grin.

"We got bored and did some snooping around hoping to find some premium blackmail material on you and well you get the drift"

Hearing this I fell silent, these schmuks of mine were really a bunch of handful f*cks weren't they?

"Got It I'm changing my passcodes as for you well I think youre In need of some PT don't you think so guys?"

I asked In my usual emotionless voice that promised a world of pain as I ate, as I did the room fell silent only for my battlebrothers to admit their wrongs Instantly.

"Alright, alright we were wrong Drac"

Arid pleaded with others looking at me with puppy eyes at least they tried sadly for them I wasn't Into overgrown gorillas.

"Hmph! Finish eating and get to work you lazy f*cks!"

I snorted In annoyance.

...

Yin and Yang returned from the mess hall, their bodies still sore from the grueling morning PT session.

Every step they took felt heavier than the last, their muscles protesting with each movement. The air in the barracks was thick with exhaustion; the recruits all looked like they'd been through hell, and it was only morning.

After the intense morning routine, everyone knew that morning inspection was next. It was just another layer of pressure, another test they had to pass if they wanted to survive as Iron Fenrirs.

Yin slung her towel over her shoulder and exchanged a weary glance with Yang.

"Ready to scrub off the rest of this misery?"

Yin asked, forcing a weak smile.

Yang groaned, stretching her arms above her head.

"If this is what the second day looks like, I'm not sure I want to know what the real stuff's gonna be."

The two of them headed for the showers, moving mechanically like everyone else. The rush of adrenaline earlier had jolted them awake, but now they needed something to freshen up before inspection.

As they entered the communal shower area, the sound of water running filled the room. The female recruits, mostly silent, were already washing off the grime of the morning.

Everyone was focused, knowing there was no room for error when it came to cleanliness or discipline in the Iron Fenrirs, the battle brothers had made sure to hammer that point Into their skulls during the last day.

Yin turned the knob, gasping as the freezing water which was the only option they had hit her body. She quickly scrubbed herself down, making sure to be fast but thorough.

"Wish we could take our time,"

Yin muttered under the water.

"But if we're late for inspection..."

Yang cut her off.

"I know. More push-ups, more laps, more of everything."

She finished rinsing her hair In record time, her face still pale from exhaustion.

"I just hope we don't screw up. Again."

The showers were quick, and once they were done, the twins rushed to grab their towels and dry off.

Afterward, they brushed their teeth in front of the mirrors, side by side, with Yin tying her hair into a neat bun as Yang finished up.

Back at their bunks, the real preparation began. The black space uniforms they had been issued were several sizes too big, hanging off their frames like oversized bags. But they didn't have time to complain about the fit.

They pulled on their loose uniforms, securing them as best they could. Yin fiddled with her waist part trying to tighten it enough so the pants wouldn't slide down, while Yang rolled up the sleeves to keep them from dangling over her hands.

"These things are ridiculous,"

Yang muttered, glancing at her reflection.

"Why do they make them so big?"

"Maybe they want us to grow into them,"

Yin joked half-heartedly, though her focus was more on making her bed perfectly than the oversized uniform.

Their focus now shifted to making sure their bunks were immaculate. The corners of the bed had to be tucked with military precision, the sheets stretched tight enough to bounce a credit chip off them. 

Yin smoothed out the blanket, making sure every crease was gone before moving to her locker, Inside all of her Issued gear were all perfectly arranged.

She gave everything a once-over, double-checking that nothing was out of place. The dust had no place in this room.

Yang worked alongside her, equally focused.

"I swear if they find one speck of dust, we'll be running laps until our legs fall off."

Yin nodded, glancing at her sister.

"Just keep it spotless. That's all we can do."

The tension in the barracks was thick as all the recruits moved about, making their beds, organizing their lockers, and dusting off surfaces. The looming threat of inspection had everyone on edge.

Once the twins were sure their space was flawless, they stood at ease beside their bunks, their hands behind their backs, waiting for the inevitable.

The room was filled with nervous energy, every female recruit standing by their bunk, trying to keep their breathing steady. The last thing anyone wanted was to screw up the inspection.

Yin's heart pounded in her chest as she heard footsteps outside the barracks. Yang stood beside her, equally tense, though trying to mask it with a calm expression.

"Here we go,"

Yin muttered under her breath, bracing herself.

Yin's heart pounded in her chest as the footsteps outside grew closer. The sound was unmistakable, the heavy stomp of military boots on metal floors.

As soon as a pair of perfectly waxed and polished combat boots breached the opened doors treshhold, Yin snapped to attention, her voice sharp and crisp as she shouted,

"Attention!"

The call echoed through the room, and every female recruit instantly followed suit, their backs stiffening and eyes forward, heels clicked against each other and clenched fists pressed to their thighs. The air was thick with tension; no one dared make a sound.

Darius entered the barracks with a grim, focused expression, his eyes sweeping over the recruits with cold, military precision.

His presence dominated the room, each step he took sending a chill down Yin's spine. His gaze lingered on her for a second longer than the others, and that second felt like an eternity.

He approached her bunk bed and stood before her, eyes narrowing as they flicked over her appearance, taking in every detail of her uniform and her posture.

Without a word, he stepped over to her locker, his gloved fingers gripping the handle.

"Let's see how clean this locker really is,"

He muttered, his voice low but dripping with authority.

Yin's heart raced as Darius yanked open the locker door. At first glance, everything seemed in order, neat, organized, perfect. But Darius who was out for blood "noticed" a flaw.

A tiny, almost invisible speck of dust on the edge of one of the shelves. His eyes zeroed in on it like a predator locking onto prey. Without hesitation, he let out a furious roar.

"You think this is clean?!"

Yin flinched involuntarily as Darius reached inside her locker and, with one swift, brutal motion, grabbed the entire frame and swung it downwards.

The contents, the spare uniforms, hygiene kits, folded PT clothes all spilled onto the ground in a chaotic heap.