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>After a flash of bright green and a shove from behind, you find yourself in a sea of blue berets, white wool turtlenecks, and kaki work pants
>It takes several minutes of shoving and insults to get out of the respawn building and into the open, grassy field that dominates the villa
>The crowd of recruits disperse, most walking off to places unknown while some, including yourself, stay to get their bearings
>Now with some breathing room, you take out your PDA to read the message sent just as you left the tubes

>Bold white text rolls across the electric-blue screen, reading,
>’Congratulations [Cadet] on completing your specialization training for the [Combat Medic] class’
>’Combat Medics ensure that the fighting men and women of the New Conglomerate stay in the fight, and thus are the lifeblood of the noble fight for freedom on Auraxis’
>’In order for you to properly transition into the mindset and fighting styles of a [Combat Medic], you will be assigned to a high-ranking officer of the same class, who will further teach you the ins and outs of the [Combat Medic] as you gain valuable battlefield experience’
>’Please report to [Agent Durven] at [Barracks 7 Lounge] ASAP, trooper!’

>The setting sun lights up the tops of the barracks in a warm orange glow as you walk in between them
>Looking around, you notice all of the strange knickknacks and lawn ornaments that decorate the buildings
>The first couple of long three-stories are practically buried in them, but the density wanes as you move further in
>The seventh barracks's "front lawn" is still covered in blue n' gold gnomes, boulders, and little glass sunderers, but at least there's a paved path to the entrance
>Something compels you to simply stare at the chaotic landscaping, but you're interrupted by a brassy voice cutting through the drone of the crowd behind you
>"Lookin' for someone?"
>You turn to meet a muscled man who looks like he came from somewhere tropical:
>Cargo shorts, tank top, and bandanna, all in that sandy-colored palm camo 
>He's got a metal crate hefted on his right shoulder and four giant bags hanging from his left arm
>Despite the workout, he has a smile under his full, peppered beard

>He looks friendly (or unhinged) enough, so you tentatively ask,
"Do you know an Agent Durven, sir?"
>His smile falters for a moment
>"Durven? Oh-"
>He gives you a small chuckle before answering,
>"Yeah, I know him. Come on, I'll take ya to him."
>He walks past you, and you step aside to avoid the crate

>You start to walk on the man's wing, but duck back when he swings the crate around to look at you
>"So you're the one that's gonna be Dur's shadow?"
>You answer while trying to keep pace with his long strides towards the front door
"Well, I'm not sure about 'shadow,' sir. I was told he's supposed to teach me how to be a better medic."
>The man shakes his head, still smiling, and faces forward
>"Trust me, kid, you're gonna be learnin' a lot by yourself. Dur isn't really the lecturing kind. By the way, this is for you."
>You're glad your duffle bag was strapped over your shoulder, because the man tosses the crate at you
>Too late to move, you catch it in your stomach with both hands
>You almost topple over, but manage to right yourself as the man uses his free hand to punch a password into the keypad

>"Oh and in case you haven't noticed..."
>The door slides to the side, revealing a hallway of mismatching furniture, chipped paint, and stacked cardboard boxes
>"We vets are a rather eccentric bunch. Follow me."

>As soon as you step inside you're hit by a wall of burned meat and what might pass for air freshener
>Music is blaring from five different rooms too
>Steeling yourself, you begin to follow the man who's name you still don't know
>"Name's Jax, by the way!" He yells over the cacophony. "You?"
>You try not to cough when you answer,
"Cadet Anon, sir!"

>The two of you reach the stairs at the end of the decrepit hallway and you follow Jax up to the third floor
>On the way he tells you,
>"Anon? Well, we'll give ya a nickname soon enough. Right now: you /should/ be able to meet the whole team tonight."
>Straining from carrying the crate up two flights of stairs, you ask,
"Should, sir?"

>Jax slows down a few steps before the top, his laid-back attitude fading alongside the music
>"There's been a development recently on Auraxis. Everyone's been reacting to it differently and... well, you'll just have to see for yourself."

>You follow Jax to the end of the hall, which is much more quiet and tidy than the bottom
>The tropical man turns to the door on the right and starts entering another code
>The door on the left is muffling weird rap music, which you try to ignore

>The door slides open and you follow Jax into a large, semi-lit lounge (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=39zKhsT5naI)
>To your left are massive racks filled with different helmets and hats, including a few blue berets
>Also to your left is a kitchen and dining area, taking up an entire quarter of the room
>All around the room are doors likely leading to bedrooms
>In the center is a low and large circular table surrounded by sofas and chairs, four of which are occupied and playing a card game as synthesized music plays quietly 

>On one side of the table is a tanned, stubble-chinned guy who's leaning on the table and loosely gripping his two cards
>On the opposite side of the table is a pale, sharp-chinned man who's sitting up straight as he looks down at his five cards
>To the right of him is a girl who looks like she's in middle school, making an effort to hide her three cards from everyone
>Opposite of her is an older girl, leaning back with her four cards and a neutral expression on her face

>Only the relaxed guy and the older girl notice you
>The guy speaks up as he eyes you
>"So this 'ere's the first of the new blood."
>Jax continues in with you in tow
>"Yep. Ladies, gents, meet Cadet Anon, our medic-in-training. Anon, go ahead and set that down by that door over there. That'll be you and the others' room."

>With relief in sight, you make your way over to the indicated door, hearing the card game continue
>The guy throws down one of his two cards onto a messy pile while casually saying, "Uno."
>The little girl groans as you set the crate down
>You stand up and flex your creaking back, watching as she slams down a green card with a five
>Her hair, while mostly black, is greyed out at the edges
>While you walk closer to the table, the meditator calmly places down a green card with a slashed circle on it
>The older girl, whose irises are a surprising red, sighs and runs a hand through her black hair
>You note the strand of blue highlight in her bangs

>Jax moves to your side and points to Mr. Discipline
>"That's Ninn, our infiltrator. And the guy trying to grow a beard is Ontu."
>Ontu grunts, annoyed, and he takes one from the neat stack of face-down cards

>There's a long pause before you ask,
"And the others are...?"
>The little girl turns in her seat and smiles at you with deep blue eyes
>"We're their guns!"

>You have to take a few breaths before uttering,
"I-I'm sor-What?"
>Jax coughs to get your attention
>"The, uh, development I was talking about. They're..."
>He points to the girls, the older one rolling her eyes and the younger one giving Jax the stink eye
>"They're it."
>There's another pause as you try to form a question,
"So, all of our firearms are girls now?"

>It's Ninn who answers, looking over his shoulder
>"They are still weapons, Cadet, only now they have the ability to transform into women."
>The little girl smiles at him
>"Aww, you think I'm a woman now, master?"
>"Please don't call me that."
>Ontu and the young adult share a snicker at Ninn's embarrassment

>Your stupor now gives way to curiosity
"So /every/ gun can do this now?"
>Jax answers,
>"No. Not yet. Or at least we think not yet."
>He sees your confusion and waves it off
>"Don't worry, kid, this whole thing started yesterday--"
>The pepper-bearded man stops to smile at you going from confused to shocked
"Yesterday?"
>"Perfect timing, right? You and the other cadets are gonna be learning about this right alongside us."

>You turn to the group at the table
>Ninn and Ontu give you shrugs while the girls give you sympathetic smiles
>Now you have to ask, slowly turning back to Jax
"What--exactly--happened yesterday?"
>A new voice answers from one of the doorways

>"Vanu."

>You all turn to the right side of the room and see a man, strangely enough, in blue n’ gold workout fatigues
>Just exiting the room behind him is a woman slightly taller than the red-eyed girl
>She, like the other two girls, is wearing a recruit’s outfit sans the beret, only it’s a grey turtleneck with black workpants
>Her hair is the same color as her outfit: black with a few strands of grey
>She too has a short braid with a blue highlight and bangs covering her forehead

>The man looks to you, and you note the bags under his eyes
>”You’re Anon?”
>You nod, and he takes in a deep breath
>”Agent Durvan. Sorry if I look out of it; I’ve been to a few ‘interviews’ today. We’ll talk tomorrow before deployment…”
>Durvan yawns, and the woman behind him smiles softly
>”And I suggest you get some sleep now. The System doesn’t help with fatigue for some reason.”
“Yes, sir.”

>The Agent nods, then looks at the rest of those present
>He opens his mouth to say something, but stops himself and turns to lazily walk back into his room
>He walks past the woman, who smiles and gives you a quick wink with her grey eyes before following him
>Those irises had blue horizontal slits on the sides, you were sure of it

>When the door silently slides shut, Jax tells you
>”You better go ahead and choose your bed. Just remember to take that in crate with you. It’s for all of you cadets.”
>You go to the door, eying the metal box
>”You may all be new guys, but you’re with us now,”
>The door slides open, and the room is actually bigger than you thought, much to your relief
>”And if you do good, you’ll get more than some leg room and a few goodies.”

>Without another word, you drag the crate inside and close the door
>Taking the bed farthest from the door, a good five or so meters, you push the crate to the headboard and throw yourself onto the sheets
>Finally some peace and quiet, at least until the other rookies get herded in here

>You lay there for a good minute, collecting your thoughts
>Along with fighting a two-front war, you’re dealing with guns turning into girls
>What the fuck?
>Does that make them alive?
>With the Nanite Systems, are /you/ alive?
>Training was just you navigating a few hallways, shooting dummies, redeploying, and driving an ATV
>There were no lectures on how things worked around here
>You were just thrown into the care of some Agent who may or may not give a shit about you
>You should’ve known, Mr. Cannon Fodder
>…oh well, figuring out all of that shit’s for tomorrow

>After taking advantage of your very own shower, you dress down and get under your sheets
>You wonder if you’ll go straight into deployment or be allow breakfast before falling asleep