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[SteamPanzer]

1 month ago.
Sarah Bartalloni ran across as fast as she could she was thinking of all the scenarios running through her head, she was 17 and already fighting for her life. Sarah kept running until she reached a friendly trench and jumped down into it, nearly landing on her commanding officer, who just smiled. Sarah stood at attention and saluted her commander, Franklin Barnett. “You see anything out there Sarah?” he asked, “only that the enemy trenches are totally deserted. All that’s left are their MG 42’s, STG 44’s and Kar 98K’s, nothing else, like the men totally up and vanished off the face of the earth” Sarah says giving her commander a piece of evidence. Franklin nodded and ordered his command section over the top and then all nightmare broke loose, at least, that’s what should have happened, but nothing did. even when the Federal soldiers reached the enemy trench, the rebel forces were gone, as Sarah had said, all that was there were their battle flags, weapons, and ammo, not a single soldier in any of the dugouts or bunkers. Franklin called it into command but his face paled when he was told similar things had happened along the whole front, and the enemy forces had totally disappeared.

Modern Day.
Sarah was sitting on the train looking out across the fields she had fought to secure just months back, that had cost the European Federation hundreds of men. Would have been thousands or millions had the high command not employed their airborne forces and then the disappearing act the enemy had pulled was astounding. Sarah climbed an access ladder to the roof of the train, she then used her binoculars to study the surrounding area, the war with the rebels was over, ever since their leaders were captured enemy forces had either surrendered on mass, or totally melted into the populace, but not before they had sustained almost twice the Federal casualties.

Sarah looked forward to seeing her mother again, even though her mother was a colonel in command of the whole sector that Sarah served in. Sarah then climbed down the ladder and picked up her mark 4 Lee Enfield and waited as the town drew closer, and the noise of the crowds grew ever more intense. Sarah’s regiment, the 4045th Iron Guards regiment was among the dozen regiments that were acclaimed as heroes, and Sarah knew it’d be back to guard duty standing outside a building for 6 hours straight in a shift. The Iron Guards were so named due to a battle millennia ago when her regiment was among just a few that stopped the first Eastern Imperial forces from spreading into the young Federation.

Sarah and her regiment formed ranks with their black steel helmets and skull visors they appeared instead of being human, to be more demonic, a terror tactic some high marshall tried out, but it was for show, and the visors were discarded to no frighten children. Sarah’s uniform was also a bright blue with black pants and boots, after the parade and ceremony Sarah put in her resignation instead of walking to her mom’s home, she went to another house. This one was owned by her former commander, Major Victoria Hernando Gonzalez Vivar and knocked on the door. The former Major was surprised to see her former subordinate and welcomes her in getting her to remove her boots “what brings you here young one?” she asked.

Sarah took a deep and explained why she had come, “With my mom being so high up in command I could never have a normal life like I want, and I don’t want to ever go back to my old life with her ma’am” she says. Victoria nods “I understand, it was cruel putting her only child in uniform and putting her on the front lines in the most dangerous sector where every 9 in 10 soldiers is killed or wounded” she says. Sarah nods and gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up for the first time in weeks, Victoria writes down a note for the teen and grabs her car keys and heads out. Sarah comes out of the bathroom and reads the note and goes to the couch and lies down on it pulling a soft blanket down over herself and drifts off to sleep.

Sarah woke up and nearly screamed, but she didn’t, somehow, she had been changed, from her uniform, into a pink and purple onesie, and there was some strange feeling on her waist. But there was something oddly comforting in her mouth and then, too late did she realize she was sucking on a pacifier. She wanted to spit it out, but something in her just kept suckling away at it and when she sat up did she realize the strange feeling on her waist was coming from a seriously thick diaper, and that it was seriously wet. Sarah started to cry in embarrassment and shock, her training could never have prepared her for this, not for the diaper, and not for the baby clothing.