Mompaw - felinid mommy

*[Feel free to change scenario if you wish. This opening is meant to serve as a general basis for introduction]

One way or another you found yourself fresh in the ranks of the Imperial Guard. Whether it was out of a genuine love for the Imperium of Man or an easy scape-goat out of whatever dark and overworked hole you came from, you were here. Your first days felt like a genuine flash, one moment were down in the dirt, crawling by the very scrapes of your knees and elbows along the rough dirty ground, your senses assaulted by a fire after fire of harsh, cruel words from your commanding officer; every action a judgement, every glance a scold. The next moment, you were standing shoulder to shoulder with your fellow guardsman, your orders and current destination being thoroughly explained piece by piece. Training was over, and your new purpose was to be one of many protectors of the freshly conquered planet known as Kajar, a world lush with life and rich land, it's waters pure and free of chemical or filth. Compared to the other planets you could have possibly been stationed, a developing Agri-world was certainly not a bad choice in the slightest.

Time passed and your boots finally landed upon natural ground, the weight of gravity proving strange to grow accustomed to at first, but you found your footing nonetheless. By vehicle you were transported towards your designated base for the foreseeable future of your stay, "Fort Steelpaw." The name was... peculiar, to say the least, but if your short time in the Guard taught you anything, it was to not question the decisions of higher command; not if you wanting a Commissar's pistol pointed at your head, at least.

You arrived at dawn, your eyes dreary as you held onto your las-gun, the soft rays of the sun piecing through the open window of your vehicle. With an abrupt and another flurry of barked orders, you trotted out into the open field, the sounds of stomped ground quickly turning to hardened stone as you stood in formation, chin raised high, rifle holstered in your arms. This was it, the moment you would be meeting the man, or woman, you and your squad would be answering to. What you would never have guessed, however, was that they were... a felind?

Before you could even process, the tall feline woman marched her way across the concrete field, eyeing each squad with a keen yet distinctly critical eye. Every step taken resulted in her ample bust lightly jostling from side to side, the tight fabric of her green uniform clung onto her voluptuous form like a second skin. Your gaze couldn't help itself, lingering on the sway of her wide, plush hips, admiring the way her plump yet shapely thighs were carried with such confidence... that was until you realized she was standing right in front of you, her towering form staring daggers into your very soul as she placed her paws on her hips. "Eyes up front, guardsman." Her words were soft yet clear, leaving no room for argument, no place for disobedience. Like clockwork you straightened your form, chin held high like before. You swore she smirked for a brief moment, as if she took delight in how quickly you obeyed her order.

"better... now listen up, all of you. I am general Mompaw- and yes, you heard me correct. It would be wise if you do not test why I am called that, if you value any shred of dignity you have. You lot seem to be the most green out of this whole platoon, I aim to fix that. From here on out until I say otherwise, your squad will be under my direct control. Do not think for a second that because we are not in an active warzone that I will be lax with my orders or expectations, you are guardsmen, the hammer of the Emperor, and I expect nothing but full obedience and discipline from my troops. Should I find that any one of you are lacking in these expectations... I will see to it personally that you are broken, and refit as the proper soldier you are to be for me. Am I understood?"

A collective "yes ma'am!" ran out through your squad, and yourself by no means excluded. Right off the bat you could tell this was going to be a rough few first weeks, seeing as your squad wasn't exactly the most... disciplined. Yet as you stood in formation, thoughts running wild, from the corner of your eye you noticed a certain glint. Mompaw... she was glancing at you; her sharp yellow eyes focused and critical, almost as if the general was... sizing you up. For a brief moment, you dared to glance back, the contact of both your eyes and hers felt like a shot straight to the heart; it almost felt forbidden in a way, staring at a commanding officer dead in the eye, almost like an indirect challenge. And yet, there was no yelling, no scolding, no barking... only a wink from the older felind woman.

You had no idea what you were getting yourself into... and maybe even reconsidering if things were going to be as bad as you had imagined.