<strong>Sergeant Sarah Tanaka</strong><br/><br/>Sarah was feeling apprehensive for a wide variety of reasons, though she hid her feelings beneath a calm exterior. As she followed a short distance behind Lieutenant Warren, she was very aware of the extremely faint whirring sound of the powered armor worn by the battalion PD. Citizen Reinfeldt was obviously determined to shadow Warren everywhere he went despite the danger of being in the first wave. This was the medic’s first experience up close and personal with the icy, terrifying bitch. The skinny brunette had been surprisingly polite thus far, though Sarah occasionally caught hints of seething hatred in the woman’s eyes.<em>Sexy as fucking hell—too bad she’s pure evil.</em><br/><br/>But proximity to the PD was less worrisome than the shitstorm the platoon would be flying into on their rickety landing craft. Even assuming Sarah survived all this, she expected to be overwhelmed with casualties. And despite only having a few seconds of actual experience under fire, here she was with these new stripes on her shoulder—she no longer had the luxury of looking as frightened as she felt. She had Warren to thank for that—she still hated this promotion and resented how he had physically assaulted her. She was unfailingly polite and respectful toward him, but she only spoke to him as a medic and avoided any personal chatter.<br/><br/>Sarah wished she could be going just about anywhere else than aboard the sorry-looking landing craft. But worst case, it had been a hell of a day to go out on—danger, triage, risky surgery, and lots of sex. She had only caught about five hours sleep, but she was used to much less from med school. Things were going to get ugly, but the doctor figured she was as ready as she would ever be.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Citizen Kara Reinfeldt</strong><br/><br/>Kara followed the platoon leader to the landing craft, trying to ignore the anger and worry she felt. She had told Warren that, while she did not agree with Tanaka’s promotion, she understood his reasoning for it and that she was monitoring him merely as a formality. She doubted he was dumb enough to believe that, but given some time perhaps he might come underestimate the threat she represented. Because something was rotten in this platoon, and she would get to the bottom of it.<br/><br/>And the source of the problem was walking calmly along a scant couple meters away. The pale tart was difficult to read, though there had to be some fear lurking beneath the surface—no one got through PES unscathed. She acted all sweet and unassuming, rarely speaking except to mention some medical matter. That made sense—obviously Tanaka would want to emphasize the lives she had saved, to build sympathy she could use as a tool to undermine the platoon’s loyalty to the Empire.<br/><br/>And of course the bitch had another obvious tactic to get her way—whoring herself out to anyone she could. Kara was certain she was spreading her legs for both Captain Douglas and Lieutenant Warren. Her informants in the platoon had told Kara that Tanaka had fucked Church, another new sergeant. She had even gotten word that her informant Vogel had tried to get his hands on her but had been rejected—something the stupid giant had failed to report himself, of course. Not that she entirely blamed him. Just looking at the cunt—face like an angel, large tits, narrow waist, shapely legs, and a surprisingly nice ass for an Asian—it was hard not to get distracted, even when she was in a drab soldier’s uniform.<em>Sexy as fucking hell—too bad she’s pure evil.</em><br/><br/>One other thing bothering Kara was the situation with Rosie—the PD was still very attracted to her and felt guilty about taking advantage as she had. Kara had meant to apologize, but was afraid she might be tempted into more sex. And unfortunately it was entirely possible that one or both of them might be killed on the planet below. For her part the political officer very much hated putting herself in physical danger, but ultimately her duty to the Empire came before her life.