Commander Andromeda rounded up her newest recruits. “I see you all are in your training uniforms. Very good. “ The uniforms consisted of a skin tight, light grey, long-sleeve shirt, dark grey pants of a thicker, baggier material and black combat boots. “Today we will be starting with stun phaser training.” Mikal forced himself to stay quiet even though he was groaning internally. This was going to hurt, and hurt bad. Even if a phaser was set on stun it sent a painful force through its target’s body. The only he knew this from the one time his sister shot him in the shoulder by accident. He had been thrown twenty feet by the blast and had bruising for a month. Good times.<br/><br/>Now the thing was, Andromeda was a Trion. This meant she had more than likely grown up fighting for her life in the slums of Trio, and that meant she was tough. She was probably going to go hard on the recruits, and wouldn’t put up with any kind of foolishness. Mikal cringed at the thought, which caught the eye of the commander. "Have you got a problem private Isador?" She snarled. "No ma'am i-" "Then you wouldn’t mind If I used you as a demonstration then!" Andromeda said smugly.<br/><br/>The Trion pointed to the middle of the room  harshly and Mikal sulked his way over. There was no way he wasn’t going to be in some kind of pain after this. Andromeda smirked as she stood around fifty feet away and took aim with of her one-of-a-kind sawed-off phaser shotgun. Mikal swallowed thickly and in what seemed to be a fraction of a second later, the blue blast of energy was making its way towards him. Time seemed to slow as the collection of energy hit him in the gut with at least twenty-five tarsecs of pressure, launching him across the training center and against the wall.<br/><br/>Everything hurt immediately, his back, his gut, his head; everything. Everything had happened so fast that it seemed like one second between the shot and his fall to the training center floor. All sudden it felt like all emotion was rising up from his stomach. It took another moment for him to realize it wasn’t emotion and instead vomit as he coated the surrounding tiles in it. This was humiliating.<br/><br/>Andromeda couldn't care less about Mikal and handed phasers to everyone. "First one to shoot him is squad leader."<br/><br/>Tanon was among the new recruits being trained by none other then the famed commander Andromeda. All the recruits stood in formation, as the commander explained what they were doing today. “Today we will be starting with stun phaser training.” Tanon went a little Pale at the thought of being hit by one. Then Commander Andromeda spoke up again "Have you got a problem private Isador?" followed by the young man trying to defend himself " No ma'am i-" quickly followed back by "Then you wouldn’t mind If I used you as a demonstration then!"<br/><br/>the young man approached the center of the training room, as he stood in position Commander Andromeda rised her special sawed off and fired at the man hitting him in the stomach sending him flying across the room. Tanon thought "holy **** that thing is powerful I feel bad for the guy" the young man then proceeded to loss his lunch the commander not done with her punishment handed out phasers and said first one to shoot him was a Squad leader.<br/><br/>Tanon raised his phaser and fired at the young man hitting him in the chest "man I hope this isn't some sort of test that would be so messed up but the reward out weighs the risk I'll just apologize later if this isn't a test" Andromeda was about to speak when another blast barreled toward Mikal and hit him in the chest. He yelped loudly as his body was twisted towards the training room window. This was going to affect him later, that much was obvious. Mikal huffed and his eyes searched the recruits for the shooter. It was none other than private Tanon Lyche. Mikal gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him and he glared daggers at Tanon. He wheezed and spat blood on the tile floor. "****...wheeeeze...you..."<br/><br/>Sent from my SAMSUNG-SM-G870A using Tapatalk