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inside. Against the far wall were screens and monitors covered in pictures and maps along with lists of relevant information. Lars walked in the room and began to take notes on everything on the screens. To her left was what she could only call an “arsenal” hanging on the wall. Guns and various other weapons of all shapes and sizes were displayed. She saw three soldier-looking men taking different weapons off the wall and looking them over. In the center of the room was a large round table surrounded by chairs. Already sitting at the table was another woman. Jason walked Cassie over and introduced her.
    “Cassie, this wonderful woman here is Jennifer O'Reily. We just call her ‘Mom’. Mom, this is Cassie, the new Science Officer,” Jason said as he introduced the pair.
    “Why do they call you ‘Mom’?”
    “I'm Overwatch. I keep an eye on things from the ship. If I see the weather is turning rough or get satellite images of something nasty coming in then I call all the boys back home, thus the nickname ‘Mom’,” Jennifer explained with a smile. Cassie felt comfortable with this woman. The nickname may have been used as a joke, but she definitely had a motherly warmth in her eyes.
    “Who are those other three over by the guns?” Cassie asked Jennifer.
    “Those three hooligans are the ones you need to keep an eye on. Jack is the big one on the right, Clark is the one in the middle and Eric is the little guy there on the left. All three of them are elite soldiers. They are your protection on the surface of the planet. Of course, if they don't have anybody to shoot at, they get bored and tend to stir up a bit of trouble, so most of your job will be patching them up when they hurt themselves or each other.”
    “Thanks for the warning,” Cassie said with a chuckle.
    “Alright, let's get you fitted for a uniform. We launch in an hour,” Jennifer said leading Cassie back to the locker rooms.

Chapter 4
     
    Cassie eyed herself in the mirror, contorting her body so she could see herself from all angles. Her Landers uniform fit in such a way that she could have sworn it was custom tailored specifically for her body. The blue flight suit that all Landers wore hugged her in all the right places. Her breasts, which she had always considered moderately sized at best, seemed to bulge, and her stomach was pulled in tightly making her hips even more exaggerated. In the back, the uniform performed similar trickery. Jennifer looked on at Cassie in approval.
    “It seems a little tight,” Cassie said.
    “It's supposed to fit like that. The suit is designed to conform to your body. It keeps it from getting snagged on things when you go on the planet surface. Don't worry, it flexes and stretches as it needs to in order to provide optimum mobility,” Jennifer explained.
    “You're suit doesn't squeeze you so tightly,” Cassie observed.
    “I'm just Overwatch. I don't need that fancy material. This is just plain synthetic cotton,” Jennifer explained.
    Cassie nodded in understanding as Jennifer led her to an open locker with a backpack in it. “What's this?” Cassie asked when they stopped in front of the locker.
    “This is your locker,” Jennifer began. “Inside is your equipment pack. It carries all the gear you are going to need on missions. It's got your various scanners and readers and things, as well as all of your Medic equipment.”
    “What happened to your last Science Officer?”
    “Jerry was his name,” Jennifer said sadly. “He died on the last mission. He was taking soil samples and a superheated pocket of air exploded from the ground. Alice, our previous Medic, rushed over to help and the ground crumbled from beneath the two of them. They dropped into a river of magma below the planet's surface.”
    “Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,” said Cassie softly. She had heard how dangerous this job could be, but that was the first time it really hit her. Knowing the names of the people who previously had her