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Most of the recruits coughed because of the dust and fumes the car gave once it got to a stop but held their breaths when someone stepped out of it. There standing in all his glory was their drill instructor Sergeant Darth but every new recruit called him Commander Darth because of how evil he was. In fact he was so evil he could give the real Darth Vader a run for his money.
Literally.
Or could he?
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he strode passed them in his mighty glory. “A couple of pussies that call themselves men. Ha!”
Some of the recruits were shaking because of sadistic smirk on his lips, the shin on his jet black hair, the thumping of his heavy boots, his tanned skin and proper physic showing years of experience in the army and coldness of his dark grey eyes.
All except one who found him appealing.
“Well then men. Before I start my reign of terror, I’d like to inform you all why you are going to suffer under my reign. First of all, you pussies signed up to the World Wide Terrorist and Intergalactic Management Program which means all of you signed up to train yourselves to defend not only your country but the whole world against terrorist and intergalactic attacks so your training would be intense, dangerous…” then he turned to one unfortunate recruit who was shaking violently. “And painful.”
“P…p…p…painful?” stammered the recruit.
He gave an evil smile. “For you that is.”
The poor recruit’s eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground in shock but Sargent Darth continued to walk until he spotted a female recruit still wearing that goofy smile on her face.
“I asked for sons but they gave me daughters. Literally.” He muttered stopping in front of her.
“You there this is an all men’s division meaning no women allowed.”
“Yes sir.” She replied.
“So,” he folded his arms. “What are you doing here?”
The goofy smile on her face grew wider. “I lied on my resume but still got the job sir.”
Someone sniggered causing the tension in the air to rise but this did not faze the new recruit who was still grinning at the sadistic Sergeant Darth.
“Is that so?” he asked with a smirk. “ALL OF YOU DROP AND GIVE ME A HUNDRED PUSHUPS!”
Soon everyone one got on the ground and started the exhausting exercise while he walked around them with superior pride.
“Maybe this will teach you that I mean business.”
Everyone got the message except the female recruit.
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