Oh-eight-hundred. Ganna Base, dock 14B. Rain splattered into her hair and eyes, chilling her very bones until she was a vibrating mess. Despite the freezing chill in her spine, nothing was going to distract her mind from the idea of Starfleet. She faintly wondered what Samuel thought about while standing in the spot she was all those years ago, whether or not he still wondered why he wasn't in advanced training.
Andy found herself sandwiched between a man and a woman, both with incredibly massive biceps that she barely stood eye-level with. It was embarrassing to know that she was the shortest among them, but there was strength in numbers and refused to be the weakest link.
All stood, blinking away rain as it clouded their vision with arms folded behind their backs and shoulders set just like their feet in wait. Boots sinking into the mud, the smell of gasoline and motor oil occasionally drifting by. She could feel her hair plastered to her face, but she knew better than to try and push it away, seeing how it would just drift back. Her clothes stuck to her like a second skin, drenched and disgusting.
The cadets were waiting for a Lieutenant Commander Isaac Bane, a name that often caused quite a stir. Known for being an avid drinker, working his cadets into their graves almost, and his numerous divorces. She could only imagine why. The man was a demon in disguise, someone they all feared in one way or another. Not even those above him truly liked him but he did a fine job in training cadets, so they kept him around. For now, anyways.
A squishing, sloshing noise that could only come from a pair of boots was trailing down the line of people slowly, not saying a word as they continued. Never pausing, never hesitating. Simply walking. It was only when the Lieutenant Commander came into her peripheral vision that her heart really started hammering.
Short, buzzed grey hair, frown lines that seemed to go on for miles and a hooked nose. It wasn't his appearance that frightened her; it was the cold, calculating, blue eyes. They seemed to reach through you and rip out your soul before throwing it away with disdain. If the hairs on her arms hadn't already been standing up, they were now.
Halfway across the line, he began to speak as he walked by everyone slowly. "My name is Lieutenant Commander Bane. You will not call me Mr. Bane, Bane, Isaac as it is my first name, but you will call me Lieutenant Commander." The man's voice fit his personality perfectly. Icy and stern, commanding without trying.
The Lieutenant Commander, having finished his march and decided to stand in the middle of the line continued to yell to them. "Over the next four months—" Four? Samuel told me it was three! "You will be tried, tested, and I will kick your ass to mud without an ounce of mercy. I don't care how strong you think you are or how tough you think you are, you're in my house now. I can, and will, send your ass out of my boot camp if you so much as think of cheating. Space is unforgiving, and so am I."
By the end of his speech, the thought flickered through Andy's mind that under this man, she may die.. How could she not? The man was full blown crazy! They were supposed to be learning how to survive in space, though it felt like they were being trained for private defense.
"Alright." He said, folding his arms behind his back. "Everyone aboard the shuttle in two minutes or we leave you. Welcome to hell."