Chapter 2
After being carried from the splicing room, down a long walkway we were situated in a large dark room there were the others from the various slicing rooms, but i couldn't really make anybody out. I was the last in and the doors shut after me, there was dead silence before the holoprojector flickered on, the vivid green of the projection stuck out of the darkness.
"Again, welcome to the outworlds troops." i heaved a sigh, and continued watching "What you have experienced moments ago is a radical procedure enacted at the start of the war to minimize friendly casualties. We Hope you can adjust to the changes that we have made to you, this will enhance your abilities differently for each one of you. In a few moments you will be sorted into various platoon's led by a senior combat seasoned officer. This platoon will be your surrogate family on the outerworlds, where they go, so will you."
I was rapidly loosing attention in the video, i just wanted to get the ******** out of this room, and why the hell was i so itchy all of the sudden? "....The united frontworld military force thanks you for your service" The projector turned off, and the light's flipped on.
I turned my head, and in suprise, there was an enormous crocodile sitting next to me, I gasped, he seem equally as stunned as I. "...what did they do to us?!" A voice said in the front.
"You had to know that wouldn't be a ******** walk in the park" Said a canine sitting infront of me.
I looked at my hands, they were covered in white fur, I looked down at my legs, they were also white, and i seemed slightly smaller than the rest, this wasnt new, i was short before.
"If you would all follow me through this door, you will be sorted to various platoons and troop specialty."
We all quietly followed, I just wanted to find a mirror. the guy behind me was some kind of walking ******** spider, nasty as s**t, i wonder if the poor dude could even talk. It took me a minute to notice we were all nude, but it made sense, since our body types had radically changed our old clothing would not be sufficient. Some of the assorted people weren't at all jaded by the transformation, other's you could just tell wanted to go back to the frontworld. I was neither, at this point, i just wanted to sleep, and the rest of this s**t would just be sorted out.
We all stood shoulder to shoulder in squares that were laid out on the stained concrete floor, they started calling us out by name. I listened closely for mine, there was a large table in the front that i could barely see over the shoulder's of the other disfigured animal's that 30 minutes ago looked like your average jo blow. Then i heard my name being spoken
"Brent Williams, identification number TZ45890 step forward."
I did as they asked. there was a yellow line that indicated where your toes were supposed to go, i put them exactly on the yellow line. There were 5 or 6 men talking at the table, all spoke in dull murmurs looking at me. After a minute of flipping through identification papers the murmur went silent and the man in the center of the table spoke.
"Brent Williams, Splicing turned out fine by the looks of it, new species Vulpes zerda. A note will be made in the logs of this change. Based on your species you will be placed into platoon Omicron."
I looked behind me at all the various species of soldier, it was amazing that medical tech had advanced this far, and i hadnt even known.
"Please proceed through the bay door's behind me and you will be assigned to your specific duties with your platoon."
I did as they asked, pushing open the remarkably heavy double door's in the back, The atmosphere now fitted the outerworlds, it was an armory. This was like nothing i had ever seen in my life, every type of gun you could imagine was there, but before i could go inspect any of them I was snagged by one of my platoon.
"Follow me TZ45890."
He was a small squirell of some kind, with enormous eyes. He took me out of the armory into another more sterile room and sat me on a table, he flipped through some papers on a clipboard and sighed.
"TZ45890, I am the former field medic who you will be relieving from duty. It is my job to ensure that you are ready to preform your job to the best of your abilities, is that understood?"
I nodded and he continued.
"Your education record states that you were enrolled in medical school for a number of years before terminating your status as a student, is this correct?"
Once again, i nodded. This was old news, I dropped out of that s**t hole school for no really good reason except that i was, well, bored. But this, was seriously amazing. I get assigned to do a job that i ******** hate, well aint it funny how the world works.
The little squirrel rummaged through a variety of drawer's and finally got what he was looking for. A tiny a** light pistol, in a hip holster, how gay. I sighed softly, making sure that he couldn't hear me as i did so. He then removed a uniform that looked about my size, a gear bag, and a stand issue helmet with two holes in the top that i assumed were for my ears.
He spoke again, and got very close to me this time. "Now listen up, you might think your hot s**t. But The Sargent wont put up with any of your bullshit, i suggest you make yourself real comfortable with the rest of omicron, because your here until your dead, or this shitty war is over"
I found it extremely hard, to take something that small and cute, seriously. But the guy had a point, i was the new guy, and im going to go through some tough s**t because of it.
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