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It felt a little strange.
Ansiley was back on the job. She had originally been of what was called a 90/180. It’s a kind of leave, like sabbatical, recreational troops get when they come off the line, either between assignments, Occupational Courses, and after difficult assignments. She was on such a long sabbatical due to her last assignment. Where she was one of the few survivors of a combat out-post on Maristan. Fact was she was kinda a hero as she was the only medically trained trooper. She ended up using the entire 180 days to complete her medical training and get her full MD license and qualifications. She also accepted the rec-troop rank of 1st girl. She had managed to even catch a spot back in her last unit the 450th RC Detachment, along with her commanding Matron and a few others that had not been at the out-post when it was under constant attack for 48 hours where they were over-run twice but the Army unit pushed them back.
As a Senior Rec-troop, she thought she had had it pretty good. She had a small single in the bunkhouse. But now as a 1st, she had a bigger room for her job, and nicer too after a fashion. Rank, certainly had privileges. But it also had the responsibilities that went with it. Now as a MD, she had the actual authority to pull a troops combat ticket. She did have to prove it medically but that was rarely an issue. Before as an NP she could only recommend. It also meant that Matron would use her for more difficult cases. Again, not a problem most times because she was that good. But now, she had deeper access to trooper files as in full medical history access.
The 450th was attached to the 7355th infantry company that was training up for a short deployment to Maristan. This meant her detachment was part of the unit’s train up at TRCP Rio-Bravo, a staging base on a planet within the same system as Maristan. There they did live fire training ops. The OPFOR were combat droids firing non-lethal, it hurt but couldn’t actually kill. For the 450th, this meant getting a baseline reference on the unit they would serve on Maristan. It also got the troops used to having rec-troops around and for the new recruits.
“Battlehamster” felt good to be back in the saddle again. When she heard the 450th was reconstituting with its original Matron Voss, she had to go back. “We need to finish the tour ma’am.” Ansiley told Becky Voss, Matron understood, and agreed. Ansiley had picked up that nickname a few units back when she got her NP and would go on long range patrols with the grunts. She would be their medic. Dressed in medic combat gear she did look a little like a hamster in armor. Especially when her cheeks were full.

That authority was exactly why 1SG Lennard Doonavan now found himself in his boxer-briefs on his knees in her upgraded private room at Rio-Bravo, the open med-kit between them under the lantern light while Ansiley sat fully nude opposite him, syringe spinning casually in her fingers. He had used every scrap of rank privilege to put off the mandatory vaccine boosters for weeks; she could have simply pulled his combat ticket and grounded him cold—something that would look ugly on his record—but the softer approach was far more her style.
She found out how much the tough 1SG really liked being pegged, and how rarely anyone was willing to do it properly for him. “Let me poke you with these first, then I’ll peg you proper, deal?” she offered with a knowing smile, legs casually open. Lennard’s eyes flicked from the needle to the promise in her expression. Rank had bought him time, but a black mark wasn’t worth it.
With a low, begrudging chuckle he planted a hand on the mattress beside her hip and gave a short nod. “Fine, Battlehamster… deal.”