"A hand reached out and smacked Alinsa across the face as he stalked by. "I can here you cadet. I don't care where you came form or who you think you are. You were nothing the moment you walked through that door, so far you have no improved in my eyes. If you survive long enough to be augmented it's because you learn to stow your ego like a good little girl." He then stalked back down the line to abuse some other poor victims. The girls were hurried and prodded to get dried and dressed before they were herded like cattle to a mess hall where they were sat down to eat with several hundred other girls. To the manufactorum laborers the food would have been heavenly. It was a fare sized portion and it was all real vegetables and meats, not just a past of proteins and minerals, or gamey rat meat and weak planets raised in  home maid hydroponics labs. Even if it was canned, frozen, or dried before being reconstituted after being shipped from who knows where. To everyone else though it was sludge and the elites complained. After twenty minutes for dinner they returned to their barracks. They were told they would have eight hours to sleep. Then the skitarii left, the doors closed, and the girls were alone in the quiet dark. The next morning, was the beginning of Hell.<br/><br/>Exactly seven hours and twenty minutes later skitarii began flipping girls out of beds and shouting them into formation. Before anyone could even know what was going on they were being marched down the halls to a large storage room that had been converted to a training room, specifically a track and field, and they started running.