Arriving home Natasha drops her handbag on the kitchen counter. Taking a moment to grab a bottle of water she heads to the basement. Having taken two days to remove any trace of her husband from the room she does not feel as apprehensive. Gone are all the posters, some of them having hidden some posters she would never want her son to even see. Setting down the water on a table next to the pod she lies down. Getting comfortable she attaches the helmet to her head. Making sure her shoulder length hair isn’t getting pulled in any direction she takes a last sip of water before pressing the green button on the remote held in her hand. Her world turns white as she is once again in the personal White Room as she has taken to call it. ‘Welcome back Tasha. Are you here to start your adventure in Waratar?’ Warrick’s voice comes from the walls. Heading to a floating block behind the plush couch she hesitates.‘Yes, I think I am Warrick.’ Tasha says placing her hand on the floating box.Her hand gets sucked in as the box expands in size taking over her vision. Closing her eyes as vertigo takes hold Tasha opens her eyes by a voice that shouts, ‘Stand up straight Recruit! What is your name?!’ In front of her is one of the shortest, angriest men she has ever seen. He scowls at her while pointing to the floating keyboard in front of her waist. Quickly typing in “Tasha” she sees the angry little man turning around. Tasha is what her Dad and her friends call her. This is a new lifestyle. She will be damned if the doting housewife that is Natasha, at least in her mind, will be the name of her avatar. No more. This might be forced upon her but she will be the best, her kids need her.Pressing the Enter key, the system accepts the name is her final choice. Taking a parade rest owns the angry little man looks over Tasha. He seems entirely unimpressed, judging by the end of a smirk on his face. It has been many years since Tasha felt this touched by an individual, even if the individual is a computer program.”Now that I know that your name isn’t pipsqueak, loser, ass wipe or any of the other colorful names that you look like to me it is time to look for your speciality. Please choose one of the options on the screen in front of you, if you need more information don’t ask me. I am not here to help you just need to get your sorry asses to the warfront. There is a little blue eye in the circle, you can tap that if you need an answer.”Looking over the various specialities in front of her, the show sees it is broken up into three separate main fields. The choices are: Combat, Support, Mechanized. Hovering of each field brings up a long list of other specialities in that specific field. Tasha Already knows what you once to do. She already knows how to shoot a gun and combat seems to be the natural choice for her.Looking over the various specialities the show is confused. She isn’t sure if she should choose the long-range assault type, basically a sniper. Or maybe she must draw the drive for a close-in specialist. Delving further into the specifics of each clause she sees it makes no difference in terms of the statistics or compatibility. Rather, the under different seems to be in the uniform. The siding that the close in specialist seems to be one is got the coolest looking uniform that be the most flattering to her figure she makes a selection by tapping and holding on the Close – in Specialist.“Well then, make it. Since you have finally chosen a name for yourself and what you want to be in mommy, it might be time for me to introduce myself. My name is Training Officer Barcas. I have the misfortune of taking you through your training officer which I can release you to assist us in our war effort.” The door to her right materializes and training Ofc. Barcas walks towards it stopping just before entering the door turns around and says “well, what are you waiting for? Assigned invitation delivered by the Queen?” As he steps through the door. Looking down – I see she has been dressed in the uniform Shirley is selected. The uniform seems to be something between a spandex suit, and a regular Army loadout. She has pockets and places for slings all over the place.The only downside seems to be the boots that she has to wear. No woman has ever looked as on beautiful as a self for these big clunky boots. Taking a deep breath Tasha walks to the door and steps through.

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