There should be at least five more chapters before Micah makes it to the ground. Just FYI. I want to solidify her character as well as her relationship with the people of the Ark.

Warning: harsh language up ahead. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. That's all Jason Rothenberg and Kass Morgan. But I do own Micah, Tevin, Coal, Martin, and Lindle.

Faya Gada | 2

Bellamy groaned when he landed on his back for what seemed to be the eleventh time.

The girl, Micah Pike, had put them in pairs and he was getting his ass kicked. His partner, Coal, had flocked to one him before Pike could assign them. She originally was going to put Blake with a guy twice his size, but seeing him stand next to the other initiate from Factory station gave her an idea. Both were similar in build and it didn't seem like either of them had any fighting experience.

She let them work together on the drills for about fifteen minutes before changing it up, forcing all the pairs to rotate. Two rotations later, Bellamy ended up with the guy she originally wanted to put him with. Cliff Martin [1] was a tall drink of water, hovering over Bellamy by nearly four inches at 6'1". His imposing figure was riddled with muscles. He sported a buzz cut and had a scar lining the side of his right brow. Bellamy wondered how that scar got there.

Cliff leaned down to pull Bellamy up from the mat, a playful grin on his face.

"Ya alright, man?"

Bellamy reluctantly accepted the help, hiding a wince at his wrist. Drilling with Martin felt like he was training to be a rag doll. Blake actually tried, copying the moves Micah had shown them in the earlier demonstrations. But he wasn't able to actually apply them as Martin kept dodging and blocking the moves before they could even start. They still had another five minutes before the next rotation, but Bellamy was tired of getting pushed around.

"You gotta plant your foot behind you before going for a swing," Martin tried advising him, the grin never leaving his face.

Okay, now I know this guy is playing with me!

"Here, I'll let you get me this time."

Hands on his hips, Bellamy took deep breaths. He was still trying to collect his bearings from the last attempt at a jab. Getting pushed around had finally taken its toll, and Bellamy decided he was done with this fool.

"Come on, I'm ready," Martin tried to coax him. He held up his hands, and patted one of his arms. "Right here."

Bellamy held his position and just looked at his partner. Martin kept his arrogant stride, still waiting for Bellamy to come forward so he can trick him again. Martin seemed to get impatient and came forward, faking a strike at his partner's side. As a reflex, Bellamy backed away with his hands in the air. "That's not proper form. I can still get you this way." Martin continued to press forward until he had backed Blake into a wall. Some of the other groups nearby stopped working to watch the display. "Come on, hit me."

Micah stood from her crouched position near a pair she had been helping. She heard the drop in volume and turned to the rest of the room to see most of the cadets watching the giant and his average-sized partner. On closer inspection, she could see the larger one's teasing nature. There was also an air of dominance surrounding him. She had noticed it when she saw him working the assembly lines in factory during her patrols in passing. He obviously thought he was God's gift to whatever room he was in at the time.

It didn't bother her initially, as she ignored a lot of things people did around her. But she thought about how Kane had been pushing more responsibilities onto her since the last floating and how he left these new bloods with her with very little instruction. Usually, he was very meticulous with her when giving an order and would micromanage to make sure the job got done correctly. He was grooming her for something, and for him to give her full charge of this group of young men—many her own age—meant he was testing her. Testing her on what, she didn't know.

Now she wished Tevin hadn't gone on his shift. She didn't feel like dealing with someone that acted like a child. But the Guard had enough pricks like him inspecting the halls. They didn't need another.

She made her way to the two, signaling to the others that they could stop the exercises. She adopted a stance akin to Kane's. "Do we have a problem here?"

Martin turned his body away from the other man and faced the woman-in-charge. When they had first entered this chamber, Martin had been quick to appraise the girl's athletic body. An aesthetically pleasing figure, her strong thighs gripping her opponent. He easily pictured those thighs gripping something else. Now that she stood before him just two feet away, he was thinking about those legs again. Mercy.

No one noticed the sound of a door sliding open.

Taking her new victim by surprise, Micah jabbed her foot out behind his knee and effectively dropped him on his hands. Martin looked back up at her, now focusing on her sweaty face.

"What is your name, cadet?" Micah emphasized the word, her stony gaze piercing his blue eyes.

He gave her his best smolder. "Martin, ma'am."

Micah shifted her face to appear amused. "Well, Martin," she said his name sardonically before a fake charming smile stretched over her face, "thank you for letting me demonstrate another disarming technique for the rest of your troupe." She had begun to circle the brute while addressing her charges, almost scholarly in her instruction. She could feel Martin's gaze following her from behind her back.

"When your opponent hasn't sorted out his or her priorities, it's fairly easy to get the upper hand. Even if they are bigger than you." Martin had the audacity to look offended before something connected with his jaw. His head had no choice but to extend to the side from the brunt force of the kick.

Bellamy was unable to pay attention to what she was saying after seeing his instructor kick backwards into Martin's face without looking. Her arms were still locked behind her. She looked around the room as if she hadn't just kicked a guy in the face.

"Fuck," he heard Martin mutter.

Micah fell on her calves, dropped the smile and regarded the hunched over man with annoyance. She could see something stewing in his eyes. "Fuck, indeed."

Bellamy saw his partner's eyes flash and knew he had snapped. Martin's pride was beyond wounded. It was like the blood that fled from the corner of his mouth activated something inside of him, surging. Who the fuck does this bitch think she is? She thinks she can just kick me around?! Fuck that!

Martin's head whipped forward. It would've caught Micah's crown had she not seen it coming. One of her arms shielding her face while the other crossed Martin's shoulder, directing his head to follow the path her arms constructed. Then her arms wrapped around his skull, constricting him like a snake. He knew he had more brute strength than her and tried to use that to take back controls. She, of course, anticipated this and kicked him onto his side. She grabbed one of his arms behind his back and twisted it before leaving her foot push against the area just above his elbow.

When it seemed like she was done, she placed her arm around Martin's neck and pulled. Now he was facing Bellamy, his face red from pain and lack of air. His arm reached out desperately in front of him, looking like he was reaching out to Bellamy. Blake simply watched in awe as his opponent continued to lose air.

"You done thinking you're God's gift to all of creation?" Martin's eyes closed in frustration as he continued to try and break free. "'Cause it doesn't look like much of a gift to me."

The tanned Coal stepped forward sheepishly. He may have thought Martin deserved what he was getting, but he thought he may have had enough. "Dude, I'd give it up if I were you…"

The man struggled for a few more seconds before he clearly took what Coal said to heart and thought about his situation. He was completely under this woman's control and there was nothing he could do about it. Humiliation swept over him as he allowed his body to slacken, though she still didn't let up. She had to make sure he understood.

"…I…I am n-not," he gurgled, veins popping.

When he quieted, Micah tried to pull the answer out of him. "What aren't you?"

"…n-'M not…God's gift…t-mankind," he stuttered out.

Micah sat for a moment. "I don't remember saying anything about mankind."

When Martin let out a sound similar to a whimper, Micah decided he had had enough and released him. His body fell forward as he began to cough uncontrollably. After returning her hands behind her back, she stepped further away from the wreathing Martin and looked at her crowd. "I would love to call him a name right now, but I'm an adult."

"Bitch."

"Cadet." She had a bored look on her face now, unfazed by his insult.

Kane decided he would now make himself present and stepped forward, two sergeants remaining at the door.

"The Councilman," someone muttered. The men parted, straightening their postures and falling into line.

Bellamy was still standing against the wall, looking at Martin until Coal came and dragged him into line. Micah stepped to the side to allow Kane access to the pupils. Her own stance was a lazy version of his.

"I thought you weren't coming back until lunch. It's barely been an hour—"

"Exactly the amount of time I trusted you with them," he cut in. The look he gave her read that he would speak with her later about her actions, but he ignored her and surged forward to examine the cadets. They were a sweaty mess and one had even removed his shirt during training. They all looked beat.

Bellamy was avoiding eye contact with anyone in the room, almost in embarrassment. He knows none of what occurred was his fault, but he couldn't help feeling responsible for the halt in their activities. Martin had pushed his buttons and made him feel weak. He didn't join the Guard to be weak. He needed to be in a position to protect his family from the rest of the Ark so his mother no longer needed to.

Kane turned to the initiate still resting on the ground.

"Enjoying the view from down there?"

Martin just stared at the floor.

"Denby," he called to one of his guards standing at the door. "Escort Cadet...?" He looked to Micah for the name and she grudgingly gave it to him. "…Martin to medical. The rest of you will be touring the lower stations then get an early lunch. Guardsman Lindle will see to that. Lieutenant Commander [2], I'll see you in my office for a debriefing."

He had effectively dismissed everyone.

Bellamy started toward the door but stopped at a realization, looking at the only woman in the room.

Lieutenant Commander?!

Footnotes:

1 – I imagine Cliff to look like Greg Finley (from iZombie, The Flash, and Star Crossed). He is my personal, beautiful eye candy.

2 – So, Micah is a lieutenant commander, or rather the lieutenant commander. For this story, it basically means above lieutenant but not quite commander status. In Micah's case, this title doesn't give her power over other lieutenants or even sergeants outside of her jurisdiction which is Violent Crime. And just as she can't tell the others how to do their job, they can't tell her how to do hers. Her superior is Shumway but Kane has taken it upon himself to prepare her for taking Shumway's job as Commander because he likes her more than he likes Shumway. He likes having a backup plan and if something were to happen to Shumway, he wants someone he trusts (aka someone he practically mentored and could have in his pocket) to take the spot. The position is passed on by seniority/rank, but the Council can always appoint someone. Anyway, this position is totally made up (by me). There isn't a whole lot of detail on the Guard system of the Ark so I'm making stuff up. Hope this doesn't confuse anyone.