"Six months of this nightmare already, and I felt every second of it, although life in this fortress became a little more bearable recently thanks to my subtle efforts, as was expecting being a girl among hundreds of horny young soldiers is very annoying, for the first months the constantly whistling was deafeaning, not to mention the quick catcalls I recevied everytime I was alone in a room with them, I wish I could just vaporize them on the spot to teach them some manners, but I sadly I can't...but dosent mean I cant do something, as time passed I began to mark names and faces of the guys who were constantly harrasing me,and after that accidents began to happen to those people...sometimes their guns break mid combat and they are ripped to shreds by the mutants, sometimes their entire magazines detonate in their hands terribly mangling them...or like a special case that happened last week with the engineer who grabbed my ass, a 9 ton piece of artillery fell over him converting his body in to mush, everyone knows its me but none can prove it, the stories are spreading all over the fortress, they nicknamed me "Madam Misery" becase where I go bad thing happen to people who cross me...and I personally love this name.

I personally don't like to act like a mean bitch all the time, but if you try to befriend these grunts they will mount on you like they did with Felix, so if I can't be respected through love, I will do everything to be feared! Especially by reminding them I'm a superior officer, my graduation at the college of thaumaturges makes me the equivalent of a sarge, so to remind the average recruit about it I began to act like a officer and dress like one.Its not easy to get new gear in this place, but I discovered about the "requisition system" they have here in the fortress, it's pretty simple, if you fulfil your duties you get points, with these points you can buy items from the supply airship that arrives by the end of every month, with the normal ammount of points you get just by doing your job you can only buy silly stuff like cigarretes, beer, porn magazines, comics and journals...but if you put in the grind you can get some nicer things, so for months I did the grind everyday, taking all the nasty and dangerous well paying jobs to acumulate points enough to buy 3 sets of parade uniforms, they are way to pretty for this mud hole, but they remind everyone I'm an officer and also look gorgeous on my body!

But the grind is not over, I'm still saving for a part of sabres and a new staff, so when the captain was offering 50 points just to take a platoon of recruits for a vistory on the nearby radio relay of course I took it...but of course there was a catch, the platoon that I was suposed to lead was entirely made of southlander recruits...I hate southlanders with a burning passion AND I'M A SOUTHLANDER TOO!why? inhabitants of the southern outer ring are known for being not much smarter than the cattle they raise, they are small minded, ultra religious and very hostile towards people of other rings specially the center ring,while at the same time being fanatically loyal to the crown for some reason even with the monarchy being the pinnacle of the center ring arrogance,taking this in to consideration I already knew this would be a long day.

The mission begun with a long and nauseating 150 km ride on a very bumpy "road" inside a tight packed armoured transport, at least the engine was so loud they could not talk...but when we arrived and began our patrol the sewage seal was opened and all of them had something to say,our job was simple make a search around the perimeter of the autonomous relay looking for signs of malignant growths, this sounds dumb and menial but it's vital, the necro mutants are attracted to signs of eletricity so they will inevitably converge in any significant power source like this relay, if the dead destroy this facility our radio transmitions cannot reach the city and consequentially we cannot call for aid if needed, like by example: call the royal airforce when we are about the get swarmed!so for once I was taking this job seriously and pushing these morons to search thoroughly the perimeter, I was feeling like a kindergarten teacher, the recruits were constantly distracted and playing around with the battle remains that littered the terrain, we got lucky no one stepped on a mine or something.

Around the midst of the job I put them to dig a suspicious pile of dirt that in the end was nothing, and they got really angry, they were frustraded because I was the only one not carrying anything or doing the havy lift, and not just that but also very pissed because they dont like to be ordered around by a woman, most of these guys are used to seeing their drunk fathers beating the living shit of their mothers every night and stuff, so they dont see a feminine figure as much more than a baby maker and a dishwasher.They were not openly hostile but the tension was rising, they all began to do some odd sexual comments and joke about witch burning, I dont need to read minds to see I could be in danger, technically would be suicide for them to do any harm to me since I'm still an officer, but there was no witnesses, would be my word against them and the commander would surely side with them,as the hours passed the tension only grew, they outright refused my orders and surrounded me with guns in hand, they were shouting relentlessly and were about to do something stupid, my initial plan was to conjure a masive shockwave and burst their internal organs, they all would die vomiting their innards...but this would surely cost me alot of reputation and alot of explanation, so I opted for a "peaceful" solution, they could doubt my instutional authority but not my true power, while one of them was shouting about shooting me because I was a flithy witch I gave him small sample of my power,I pointed my hand to an wrecked tank siting stuck at the top of a small hill and fired one of my simplest spells, the supernatural projectile hit the machine so violently it shattered it several pieces, metalic parts weight hundreds of kilos flew like they were small pebles, the explosion so strong the carcass and the turret tumbled down the hill partially melted.

The recruits were awestruck and terrified, the message was clear even to the simplest of minds, if I can do that to tank I can to much worse to their bodies!...And to truly cement my point I took control of their minds and made then kneel before me, I forced their lungs to stop breathing, their lives were in my hands, then I calmly explained to them that I will not tolerate such insubordination and would not let pitful mundanes threat me, I'm a thaumathurge, I can wield the very power of the creation fo the universe, I'm chosen by the gods to be more and I'm proud of it! those who treat me with respect can count me in battle, those who insist in cause me trouble will met a bitter end...once I was done I released them from the spell and let their breath again, they were utterly terrified, all I heard all the rest of the day was "yes sir" and "no sir".

Days later the ripples of that situation were still being felt, I was concerned the recruits would rat me out to the commander Brunhilda, but I suspect their pride was way too big to complain...especially to ask for help from another woman, but they surely told it for the rest of the fortress, everyone is terified of me, even some of my superior officers now choose their words carefully around me...this is good, I like this feeling, the feeling of being feared..." (Danadriel)


The adventure in the trenches continue!...I dont know why I'm investing so much energy one story no one is interested, but anyway here it is, enjoy! XD

I told one day I would draw good example of how magic was way more powerful than conventional firearms, here it is, exploding a tanke with bare hands (no the staff is not mandatory, its just to vent enthropic heat, its a confort not a requirement)

this is the first time in years that I attempt to draw an explosion, I'm mildly pleased. :U