C97 Warborn The Making Of Fenrirs

Catherine had moved to the RPG, her hands steady as she aimed at the largest target on the range.

She fired, and the explosive RPG streaked toward its target, obliterating the dummy in a massive fireball.

Morgana, meanwhile, was testing out the mass accelerator rifle.

She lined up her shot, her eye focused through the scope as she aimed for the farthest target.

With a sharp crack, the bullet fired at nearly the speed of light, and the target disintegrated in the distance.

"Keep it going!"

Julian shouted over the noise.

"Switch weapons! Rotate! I want every one of you comfortable with each one!"

The women swapped weapons, each taking their turn with the different firearms.

The weight of the mass accelerator rifle felt different in Yin's hands, but she quickly adapted, her aim steady as she pulled the trigger.

The recoil slammed into her shoulder, but the power of the shot was undeniable.

Morgana laughed as she tried the underbarrel grenade launcher, the satisfying thump of the HE grenade being launched followed by the explosive destruction of a target.

They continued the rotation, switching between weapons until they had each fired every one.

The smell of gunpowder and ozone filled the air, the ground littered with spent casings and bits of shattered target dummies.

As they finished their last rounds, Julian called for the next batch of recruits to step up.

"You four, you're done. Get the hell out of here. Good work today, but don't get c*cky. Tomorrow will be even harder."

Yin wiped the sweat from her brow as she handed the rifle back to the rack.

"Well, at least we didn't blow ourselves up."

Yang grinned.

"Small victories, sis. Small victories."

The four of them trudged out of the range, their bodies aching but their spirits high. They had survived another brutal day in the Iron Fenrirs, and while there was no telling what tomorrow would bring, they knew they were ready for whatever hell came next.

...

MC POV

After lights out.

The corridor was eerily quiet, save for the soft hum of the ship's systems and the click of boots on the cold, metal floor.

I and my battle brothers moved in silent unison, cigars glowing faintly as they puffed in the dim lighting.

Harnesses packed full of smoke, pepper, flashbang grenades and mags loaded with blanks rattled slightly with each step, the weight a familiar comfort, with smart rifles loaded with blanks In our hands.

Each of us knew what was about to happen, the recruits were about to face their own final test devised by our combined depraved minds, and it wouldn't be pretty.

Darius exhaled a cloud of smoke, the scent of tobacco lingering as he spoke, his voice low.

"So, heard two thousand of the female recruits are pregnant. You check in on that?"

Paul grunted, adjusting his harness.

"Yeah. None of 'em are ours. Thank the f*cking g*d's for that. Last thing we need is more complications."

Julian smirked, flicking the ash from his cigar onto the floor.

"It's a relief. Though, with the way things have been going, I'm not surprised. You can't put that many people under this kind of stress and expect no... aftermath."

I stayed silent, walking at the front, leading the pack made up of veterans down the long corridor.

Smoke curled from the cigar in my hand, my mind already focused on what was about to come.

I could feel the tension radiating from the others as we made our way toward the barracks, but there was no turning back.

These recruits had gone through hell, and now they would face their final test.

This wasn't just any test, though, this was our Iron forge, a hellish trial that would determine if they truly deserved to wear the Iron Fenrir insignia on their berets.

As we reached the middle of the corridor, I stopped and took a long, final drag from my cigar, letting the ember burn down to the very edge before I flicked it away.

"Ready?"

I asked, my voice a low growl. The others nodded, their faces hidden in shadow only pairs of yellow pupils glowing brightly, but I could see the predatory glint in their eyes.

With a silent nod, we reached for our grenades.

My fingers found the pin of a smoke grenade, and the cold metal felt familiar.

The sirens blared, a piercing, echoing wail that rang through every corridor of the ship. In perfect unison, we pulled the pins from our grenades and tossed them into the barracks.

The explosion of sound and smoke filled the air as the flashbangs detonated, followed immediately by the billowing clouds of tear gas and pepper spray.

The lighting flickered, switching fully to an ominous red, casting long shadows on the walls as the recruits began to stir in panic.

I smiled darkly, knowing the real trial was about to begin while continuing to throw the grenades into the barracks rooms.

...

Yin woke with a jolt, the blaring sirens cutting through her dreams like a knife.

Her heart raced as she tried to orient herself in the dim, red-lit barracks.

The oppressive air was thick with smoke, and her throat burned as she struggled to breathe.

Yang was already up, coughing as she tugged at her sister's arm.

"Yin! Get up, move!"

Yin blinked rapidly, her mind still foggy from sleep, but the sharp bite of tear gas snapped her into full awareness.

"What the hell is going on?"

"The f*ck I know!"

Yang shouted back, her eyes watering as she pulled Yin from her bunk.

"I don't know what the f*ck Is going on but we need to get the f*ck out now!"

The barracks were chaos. Recruits staggered out of their beds, disoriented and gasping for air.

Flashbangs detonated in quick succession, their deafening blasts disorienting everyone even further.

Yin's vision blurred as another round of tear gas filled the room, making it nearly impossible to see.

"G*ddammit,"

Morgana coughed from somewhere nearby, her voice strained.

"This is insane!"

Yin only In tank top and panties grabbed her space uniform and pulled it over her face, trying to filter out the acrid smoke.

Her eyes burned, and she could barely keep them open, but she couldn't stop.

Yang was already heading for the door, and Yin forced herself to follow, her body screaming in protest.

"Keep moving!"

Catherine's voice cracked through the haze as she elbowed her way toward the exit.

The alarms wailed, and the lighting flickered ominously as the recruits stumbled into the corridor.

The smoke was even thicker here, and the red emergency lights cast long, flickering shadows along the walls.

Every breath felt like fire in Yin's lungs, her chest tight with the pressure of the gas.

"I swear Im going to kill them one day"

Yang wheezed, pulling her sister closer after spotting Draculas bodies vague outline.

"Especially that psycho"

Yin nodded, her teeth gritted. The fear and anger gnawed at her, but she wasn't about to let it take over. Not now.

Morgana squinted through the haze, her eyes streaming with tears as she tried to make sense of the chaotic scene.

The moment the smoke grenades had gone off, she knew there were only two options either they got boarded for real or It was another drill devised by that sick f*ck of theirs.

And It seemed like It was the latter and the Iron Fenrirs weren't pulling any punches tonight.

"G*ddamn motherf*cker!"

She muttered under her breath, knowing full well that what ever they had In store for them this time this was going to be their real breaking point.

Either they made it through, or they were done.

Around her, recruits stumbled and coughed, some already doubling over from the effects of the gas.

She could hear the blaring sirens, but they were muted by the ringing in her ears from the flashbangs.

Her vision swam as another flash erupted ahead, sending a wave of blinding light through the corridor.

"Damn it, come on!"

She yelled, shoving past a stumbling recruit as she pressed toward the exit.

The heat of the gas burned her throat, and every step felt like wading through quicksand, but she pushed through.

The corridor was a battlefield in itself, thick with smoke, recruits bumping into one another in panic.

But she wasn't about to let herself break.