All eyes were on Jasmin as she entered the barracks. Looking around and taking note of the fact the place was set up just like boot camp Twiford piped up. "Alright you miserable excuses for intelligent life. This is your knew platoon member Private Johandulc. She is here for the final test and that's it. Treat her like anyone else and don't come crying if she wins." Jasmin's head cocked a bit "Wins?" she thought. Twiford looked at her "Rack one three six. Get comfortable and don't break anyone." He turned and left, she went to her assigned rack as people's heads turned to watch her, popping it open she started to put her gear away. As she worked she got that feeling that someone was close. Turning she was face to face with on of the privates. "I don't know who you are Johandulc. But we got rule here. First sarge wants us to treat you like one of us." Jasmine's eyes narrowed as the man spoke. He was a Mirialan with no tattoos on his face. Something she found very odd, looking at his name she almost laughed. "So if you want to be treated like us you need to learn your place" He grinned slightly. "Coming from a clean face Mirialan named Mulcher" She growled at him. A few more privates came up behind him. "Just wait tell after dark." Jasmin scoffed "Standing by." Mulcher wasn't amused with her. He spoke low like he was trying to intimidate her. "Last one to be cocky like you learned real quick he wasn't top of the food chain" He talked himself up but looked like a twig. It was clear this was where the lowlifes had ended up. "Tell tonight then. Make sure the medic is on standby" The group broke, and she finished putting her things away.

Jasmin was laying in her rack. Back in shorts and an undershirt. She was waiting, listening to the commotion in the room. Though Hazing was officially frowned upon it didn't stop people. Whispering and shuffling was all she heard. Tell Mulchers voice rang out. "Alright Johandulc. Time to see If you got bite as well." Rolling out of her rack she cracked her neck. People had formed a half circle with some racks pushed out the side. Mulcher was in the middle. Rolling her shoulder back as she approached, the circle closing behind her. Mulcher flexed at the group. Jasmin watched, noting his twig form was a mild deception. She approved slightly but taunted "Is that all you have to show Mulcher?" He looked at her. Visually agitated. "What did you bring to this party then?" Jasmin made sure her sports bra was secure before pulling her shirt off. Several loud whoops as she did this but the stopped when she herself flexed. Arms popping and her abs looking like durasteel. One person seemed to have visible concern in the crowd. "Ummm. Mulcher?" Mulcher raised his hand "Shut up." Jasmin took her stance. She was very martial in her stance. Mulcher was rather jumpy and fluid. "Want to draw this out or shall I make this quick?" Mulcher sounded cocky. A sly grin tugged at Jasmin's lips "Three moves is all I need. And that's being slow." He hoped forward at her with a jab that whiffed by her head. She responderd with an easy kick to his left side witch he caught, using it as a pivot point, she jumped up and brought her foot down on him. He barley was able to look up before the heavy woman came down on him. Spit flying from his mouth as he was launched into the floor. "Like I said. Only three." She turned away to get her shirt before getting hit in the back of the head with enough force to knock her over. The crowd cheered. "How does it feel bitch? Like Mulcher said. All talk can't even take a hit" She got up at turned. A large human bore down on her. "Want some more?" He sneered at her, fury burning in her eyes. Standing up she growled "Id love to turn you into a mess on the wall but I have orders to not break anyone" She started to walk to an unused rack. Both bunks having no sheets. "You afraid?" The man sneered at her. She Grabbed the rack and focused on the force a bit. "Make a path" She growled. Not even checking she used a combination of her strength and the force to throw the metal bunk across the room. Sending it crashing into other racks on the other side of the room. Silence followed as people looked at her. "Now. If I can do that imagen what I can do you". The man that punched her swallowed. "Unless you want to find out, everyone get in your damn racks and remine silent. And leave that prick on the floor." It took a second before everyone did. Mulcher was left and Jasmin went to sleep , though lightly as she wasn't going to let her guard down tonight.