Private 836259 wanted nothing more than to sleep. Nightmares of masked giants, running in dark swampland, and unwelcome wandering hands made any rest last night impossible. It was a wonder no one tried to sedate her for all her screaming and crying. Breakfast held no appeal to the petite young woman. She thought in pictures, everything the night had shown her made her feel sick. 'It's not real. It's not real. I need to focus...' Practice provided the perfect outlet for all her anxiety. Imagining the enemies and monsters her mind concocted in front of her, 836259 transformed from doll-like private to merciless warrior.<br/><br/>First came two of her favorite martial arts, shurikenjustu and capoeria. An officer she'd never seen before tried to tell 836259 that her outfit wasn't appropriate for the occasion. Screw him. Even though its sleeves hung down a few inches past her fingertips, her crisp white button down was tucked neatly into her forest green uniform skirt, and her black stockings were free of any runs or holes. She'd just polished her brown military issue boots that morning too. 836259 was a firm believer in the saying 'Anything can become a weapon in the right or wrong hands.' Her sleeves were effective in concealing her shuriken and cushioned her palms during certain strikes or handstands.<br/><br/>Next would come the shooting range. 836259 much preferred either blowing up enemies with explosives or incapacitating them with hand to hand combat. Guns bored her but she complied anyways. If it came down to it, 836259 felt any unit she'd be assigned to shouldn't do more than their share of work because she didn't want to handle a derringer or something. They were in this together and that meant practicing her shooting was necessary. On the bright side, she could hide several types of handguns easily in her sleeves. When Sen yelled out the early end of practice she practically glowed with joy. Yes, she liked Sen now. Before, 836259 was especially wary of him as he could be loud and had what she considered 'scary' metal hands. Happily clicking the saftey on, she threw her pistols at the nearest staff and ran up to see Sen. For the first time in a week she smiled and revealed her dimples. To show her gratitude she even gave him a salute.