C88 Brothers And Sisters In Arms

After a few moments of silence, Yin's voice broke through the darkness.

"Yang… do you think we made the right decision joining the Iron Fenrirs?"

Yang lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know,"

She admitted.

"I think about it sometimes. The pain, the exhaustion, the fear... it feels overwhelming."

Yin turned her head, listening intently.

"So, do you regret it?"

Yang thought for a long while before answering.

"No. I don't regret it. For the first time since Mom and Dad died... I feel like I belong somewhere. With you. With Catherine. With everyone here. It's like we're a family again."

Yin was quiet for a moment, letting Yang's words sink in.

"Yeah... I feel that too. Even when those psychopaths are tearing into us, I feel like we're all fighting for something together. It's... strange, but I feel stronger because of it."

Yang smiled, though Yin couldn't see it.

"That's because we are stronger. Together."

The two sisters lay in silence after that, the sounds of the barracks quieting as everyone slowly drifted off to sleep.

The challenges of tomorrow were waiting, but for now, Yin and Yang found comfort in the bond they were building.

No matter how tough the training, they had each other and that was enough.

...

Three weeks later…

The hum of the ship's systems reverberated through the halls of Invicta as we passed M*rs, its red surface just a distant memory through the viewport.

The recruits, affectionately referred to as "fenrir pups," had come a long way since their first punishing days aboard the ship.

Today, however, was not just another day of drills and sweat, it was special.

Today, the pups would take their oath to officially become Iron Fenrirs younglings.

I had been looking forward to this day. It wasn't just about the oath itself, it was about giving the recruits a sense of belonging, a feeling that they were part of something bigger than themselves.

For that reason, I'd spent the last few weeks designing and printing out with our onboard 3D printers service uniforms specifically for the occasion. 

The design was inspired by the classic uniforms of all the way back almost three centuries back on E*rth.

The sleek, disciplined look of the uniforms from that time was something I had always admired, and I wanted the pups to feel the weight and honor of the tradition they were stepping into.

The dominant color of the uniforms was black, with bold red accents running along the edges, giving them a modern yet timeless appeal.

A few white details added contrast, and the cut was sharp, resembling the style of the old military uniforms, but with a futuristic twist to match the times we lived in. 

Yet certain schmuks of mine weren't all that appreciative of the hard work I put Into It.

"Damn, Drac,"

Paul said, frowning as he tugged at the waistband of his black pants.

"These pants are tight as hell. You trying to get our nuts crushed?"

"Yeah,"

Darius chimed in with a grin, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

"If I flex any harder, these sleeves are going to rip. You've got some rather questioning tastes, but I gotta admit, they look good."

Julian, always the one to take everything in stride, shrugged as he adjusted his jacket.

"At least we look like a million credits"

I stood off to the side, watching them with a smirk as they struggled to adjust to the new uniforms.

"You guys complain too much. It's about discipline. You'll thank me when you see how badass you look standing in formation."

Airid, who was adjusting his black trench coat, snorted.

"Sure, vamp. You're the only one who likes this tight-as-skin centuries old fashion. But I have to hand it to you, it makes us look handsome as f*ck."

"Exactly, anyways"

I said, my arms crossed.

"Airid! Grab the flag and get moving! The rest of you, stop admiring yourselves and line up the pups! Get them ready and lead them to the hangar bay!"

Airid gave a mock salute, his face cracking into a grin as he moved toward the corner where the Iron Fenrirs' battle flag was mounted, the same Iron Fenrir coiling Its tail surrounded by laurel leaves and our motto written under.

"On it, man"

Airid said, hoisting the flagpole over his shoulder as he made his way out.

The rest of my schmuks straightened up, adjusting their uniforms with the last-minute tweaks before heading out to assemble the recruits.

Despite the grumbling and jokes, the room buzzed with excitement.

It wasn't every day you got to swear in new blood, and I could see that beneath all their complaints, they were proud to see these recruits come this far as was I.

...

Inside their room, Yin and Yang were getting ready alongside the other female recruits of Room 314.

Over the last few weeks, their bodies had transformed like the rest of the crew, gaining mass, muscle, and definition through the rigorous training and strict nutritional diet of MREs.

Yin stood in front of the small mirror mounted on her lockers doors inside part, tugging at the collar of her black jacket, trying to adjust it over her newly broadened shoulders.

The sleek black-and-red service uniform with white accents hugged her body in a way that felt both foreign and empowering.

She had gained not just physical strength, but a sense of confidence she hadn't felt in years.

Yang, standing beside her, was fidgeting with the waistband of her pants, muttering under her breath.

"Damn, Yin, these pants are tight as f*ck. I swear our alpha has a thing for squeezing us into clothes two sizes too big and too small."

Yin smirked, turning to look at her twin sister who had started swearing a lot more, with her personality becoming much more aggressive.

"Maybe it's just that your thighs and ass have gotten bigger. All those squats are paying off."

Yang groaned, flexing her arms for a moment.

"Not just my thighs. Look at these guns!"

She admired the definition in her biceps that still kept female attractiveness, her muscles taut and prominent.

"And these abs, six-pack incoming!"

Morgana, laughed as she struggled to button her jacket over her chest.

"You think that's bad? I'm getting firmer in places I didn't even know could get firm. My boobs feel like they've been working out on their own!"

Catherine, who was adjusting her own uniform, glanced over and chuckled.

"Forget the boobs, it's these butt cheeks. I don't think I've ever had an ass this perky in my life. You think it's part of the MRE diet or just all the squats?"

"Whatever it is, I'm not complaining,"

Said Sylvia, flexing her arms.

"I used to be able to barely do a push-up, now look at these."

Yin grinned, playfully slapping Yang on her ass.

"Well, at least we won't be needing any extra padding for battle. We've built-in armor now."

Yang laughed, rolling her eyes as she finished tucking in her shirt.

"Yeah, I guess all those physical punishments and PTs are paying off."

Their banter was interrupted by the sound of barking orders from outside the room.

The sharp, familiar voices of Draculas battle brothers, Darius, Paul, Robert and Julian cut through the lighthearted mood.

"Alright you f*cks line up already or do you want to be called pups forever?!"

Paul's voice echoed through the corridor.

Darius chimed in, sounding as gruff as ever.

"I hope you've all learned how to march in those tight uniforms because I want to see nothing less than perfection in the hangar bay! Move out!"

Yin shot Yang a look, her grin widening.

"Guess our drill seargents from hell are feeling the pressure, huh?"