The troop of sixty girls was taken to a barracks. The bunk room was only different form the ones many of them had spent all their lives in because it was clean and the air filtration system did not click or whine with age. For the Girls of the Spire, being in such close quarters and sleeping on such small and course bedding was an unthinkable, insult and some of them protested to steel faced skitarii and they might as well have been protesting to metal stamping press. Each girl was assigned to a bunk Then the sktarii suddenly showed life as the shout furiously for all the girls to face forward and stand at attention. They shout in unison, like servitors, and they shouts so furiously and quickly that even the brattiest or the most scared of the girls responded, at the other end of the room a door opened, and out stepped a Skitarii. An old grizzled one whose body appeared all machine, accept for his eyes, which were cold and hard, but human in their intensity as he stared around at the girls.<br/>"Omnissiah damn me. What have they brought down here." He start to walk down the corridor between the bunks and swing his eyes side to side. He stalked like a war robot and seemed like he could tare one apart with his full metal hands. "Looks like they delivered me a bunch of snibbling pieces of crap and they want me to make you into soldiers." He stopped and looked down at Makya. "Like you, what are you? are you capable of doing more than pulling a handle on a factory press, can you even speak, is your brain high functioning enough for that. I don't think it is, I think they gave me a damn servitor!" he then stalked off to his next victim. Bu the time he got to the end of the room he had left some girls crying and some with bleeding faces after he had struck them for talking back. Then he got to Alinsa. "Well, looks like we got ourselves a tough girl, a regular solider swinging around this thing." He grabbed the chain sword in a grip that crushed in under his fist before in one motion he wrapped it out of her hand and tossed it across them room. "I don't know why they let you in here with all this crap, I don't care either since your keeping it. I bet your going to be a real smart aren't you. I bet you think you've been to hell and back, WELL YOU HAVEN"T MET ME!" He then turned around and stalked back to the door where he had entered. "I am Chort Master Sakar. I will be responsible for training you. Many of you will die, if you fail to meet my standards. Some of you will try and you will be damaged for life. If any of you want to walk out of this alive, you had better meet my expectations. There is a uniform on your bunk, now all of you strip and get them on in the next ninety seconds, or I am going to start this program with group lashing!" On each bunk was a simple shirt and a pare of cargo pants, as well as a belt, boots, and socks. They were expected to change out of whatever they were wearing, and quick.