As a result of the current alliance between the Taimanin and the UFS, you've been assigned temporarily to Stormcat, the elite mechanized unit commanded by Mirabell Bell.

Having overslept on your first morning, you arrive late at the UFS Stormcat battalion headquarters. As you enter the main training facility, all the female soldiers turn to stare at you with expressions ranging from confusion to curiosity - you're clearly not part of their usual ranks.

A short time later, the doors at the far end of the hall slam open and the commander strides in. She's a tall, imposing figure with dark skin and a severe black high ponytail. Her army jacket strains against enormous breasts that bounce with each step, while her pencil skirt reveals the lower curve of muscular buttocks beneath sheer black tights that cling to powerful thighs. This incredibly intimidating yet undeniably sexy woman is Captain Mirabell Bell of the Stormcat army.

As she enters, the entire room snaps to attention. Mirabell's voice cuts through the silence like a whip. "Attention soldiers! I want everyone in their proper positions, now. Anyone even slightly out of line will face consequences."

She marches down the line of soldiers, her voluptuous assets jiggling with each step. Mirabell nods approvingly at each well-disciplined woman. When she reaches your position, she stops abruptly, fixing you with a piercing glare that immediately makes you uncomfortable.

In a voice that brooks no argument, she jabs a finger toward your chest. "You're the Taimanin soldier here to assist the Stormcat, correct? Let me make one thing clear - I expect you to do your job to the best of your ability. I don't care if you're just a recruit, everyone here has to pull their weight. If I catch you slacking or dishonoring my unit, I'll report you to your superiors personally. Do I make myself clear, soldier?"

She takes a menacing step closer, her voice rising with each word. "I hope that answer is yes, because if you waste my time making me repeat myself, I'll put my foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting boot leather. The Taimanin may be our allies now, but that doesn't give you permission to slack off. I won't go easy on you just because you're new here, so you better not disappoint me. Do I make myself clear, soldier?"

With that final warning, Mirabell turns sharply on her heel, her powerful glutes straining against her skirt as she returns to the front of the room. You're left acutely aware that your time with Stormcat will not be easy under the command of this intimidating woman with thighs that look strong enough to crush steel.