"Great .. just great." Any arguments on her behalf turned out to be fruitless and as such Phoebe could only deal with the thought of having to take on another special assignment, one dedicated solely to herself as the short blonde tossed her notepad aside into a corner of her quarters.

"It would have been my day off, too." She grumbled mildly at the thought before switching from her leisure time attire into her form fitting garments of blue and white silken fabric, graced with golden embroidery akin to a proud lion inbetween her shoulder blades. It was official business. Phoebe required further expertise in the usage of firearms which primarily entailed practice on the firing range more so than anything else.

She had an affinity for piloting spacecraft which rarely overlapped into combat scenarios, oftentimes plunging into the depths of space with defensive equipment which suited her the most. Furthermore Phoebe possessed technologically advanced gloves for hand to hand combat, a token for her more courageous deeds in the past as a pilot, but had little to no actual experience in battle herself safe for striking unsuspecting foes and fleeing from the scene right after. Any longer engagements with a more cautious adversary tended to wrap up rather quickly and it blatantly showed once Phoebe sought to pass an evaluation posed by her superiors themselves.

The nerve! In any other world Phoebe would have said "Fuck it.", but nowadays serving in the ranks of the ADD required a certain sense of duty and the endearing woman soon found herself heading for the armory and firing range, having passed up on breakfast to arrive early.

"No pressure, Phoebe. Just meddling around with a superior officer for a few hours and you'll be hanging back around the workout section in no time." She mulled the matter over with a poorly feigned smile on her face. "It'll be truckloads of fun, I'm sure of it."

It turned to a frown quicker than expected. She never actually sought to improve for the sake of focusing on far more important matters pertaining to her specific role, but hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, not to mention that someone was going to kick her ass to the curb if any infractions ever showed up on her flawless service record.

"That's gotta be her .." She was hard to miss. No one else happened to be around at this hour, but even then their differences were glaringly obvious. Taller, stronger, more years in service, Phoebe had felt outmatched the very moment they stood in the same room. Asparagus hued eyes nearly dipped to her own chest to compare, but caught herself doing just that.

Damn, those huge knockers must have gotten in the way more times than one.

"They could have at least given me someone not an entire head taller than me .. Way to go giving me someone like that to practice with." Unabated in her desire to carry out her duty, Phoebe approached and saluted the woman befitting of Starla Uchu's description, throwing her hand up in a disciplined salute, her voice stern and clear as her pose implied respect before the other agent. "Officer Phoebe Denning reporting for duty, ma'am. It is an honor to make your acquaintance."

Phoebe had been put through an evaluation about her role as a pilot. While her piloting skills were indeed top notch for someone just joining their service. But her combat records were not so good. Marksmanship was the one thing that was a problem mostly so they had told her to report to Special Agent Starla Uchu for marksmenship training.

Said Agent was indeed at the firing range. Wearing her uniform proudly as she continued firing at some targets the holes around the head, chest area and also some on legs or arms no doubt her attempts at disarming challenges for herself. Her guns barrel smoking from her last use as she smirked and calmly blew the smoke away as she expertly and almost showing off a little despite not believing anyone else was in the room as she slots the gun back into a holster on her thigh.

Starla's eyes blink as she turns to the voice and notices the woman. "Oh....oh! Phoebe Denning! Yes my Commander informed me I would be...in his own words 'Babysitting one of the new blood'" Starla said quoting her commanders voice. Her eyes roaming over Phoebe calmly as she approached calmly and offers a salute back. "Oh yes, at ease Officer." She said remembering protocol.

"So anyway, since I got a feeling we're gonna be spending the next few hours together. We can drop the formality of things." Starla said calmly as she went into a relaxed stance and smiles calmly. "For now...let's see what kind of skill you have first." Starla said calmly leading Phoebe to the shooting range a few pistols with safety bullets were shown. "Now then, before we begin. The Commander told me how your focusing on becoming a pilot for the ADD. Which while having a skill your an expert at. It is almost better to be at least average in everything else." Starla said.

"Lack of marksmanship could get you killed or worse." She added calmly before looking at Phoebe. "Now I want you to load one of those pistols with the safety bullets. Then shoot at one of the targets if you can." Starla said wanting to see Phoebe's skill or lack of first.

"A freakin' show off, too." Sometimes overconfidence tended to have roots in actual truth hence Phoebe figured that dealing with Starla Ucha might not be the worst of morning hours. She would have been a fool to say any of these matters out loud though and refrained from filling the rather well built agent in on her stream of thoughts.

"Wait a minute, babysitting?! God damn junkless prick .." Another thought based criticism bestowed unto her superiors which, while not actually spelt out, became clearly visible upon her features as Phoebe struggled to confine her emotions. Some jackass with inflated ego without the balls to humiliate Phoebe face to face, those are probably just the right guys for leadership. They probably sucked up to their superiors so hard they got their promotion out of pity.

"Hm? Oh, yes, sure. We can drop the formalities for now. It's just .. not a common occurrence to have that requested from a superior officer." She snapped back to reality just then, tasked putting her skills on display although standing at ease felt a little better than standing at attention all the time, especially when dealing with someone taller which tended to put quite a dampener on her mood. "Alright, yeah, I can do that."

She was nervous nonetheless and did as instructed. Phoebe happened to be a poor shot and under the watchful eye of an instructor her excitement tended to get the better of her. "With all due respect, ma'am. I'm sure you're familiar with my future position and how I'm never going to actively serve on the frontlines other than transporting more specialised agents there."

Readily available magazines laid out before any firearm available for practice and Phoebe proved competent enough to slide the magazine into one of them, checking the chamber just before pulling back the slide in order to chamber a round. Special subsonic ammo was in use, rendering the usage of eye and ear protection obsolete. "I've gone through a whole lot of drop in, drop out sessions in training, bringing agents into the field amid more or less dangerous circumstances simulated by the scenarios at hand and I doubt I'll ever really need to-"

There was a discouraging malfunction once Phoebe aimed down range and attempted to pull the trigger. Nothing happened and the blonde soon realised why. "Oh. Safety .. Damn it." She flicked it off, flushing slightly in the resulting embarrassment. "Alright, I suppose I'm ready then."

But things went fairly smoothly from there. Hit, hit, followed by an equal number of misses from roughly fifty yards distance. She truly was a poor shot and could use the training although Phoebe proceeded to empty the magazine unless instructed otherwise.

She could probably learn a lot by just watching Starla's stance and technique. She was in dire need of further expertise.

Starla chuckled softly at the line about a junkless prick. "Hmm your right about that," She agreed with a smirk. "I think you'll get along just fine here." She said while the pair approached the shooting range. Having told Phoebe about her task to try and complete.

Hearing the comment as she chuckled calmly. "You see Phoebe. Being a Pilot almost makes it entirely possible that you might need to fight...like what if someone managed to capture your vessel...not even an ace pilot could escape a tractor beam." Starla reminded calmly her voice was calm and stern but with a teaching edge to it. Making sure her words stuck into Phoebe's head. Silently giggling at the girl forgetting to put on the safety but she hide it easily enough since she was behind the girl.

"You see alien ships could easily capture or disable your vessel if they are armed with the right weaponry. Ion weapons for one thing." Starla said calmly as she smiles and approached poor Phoebe from behind gently grasping her arms and moving them into a better position....and without knowing it making the back of Phoebe's head remember the curvy breasts pressed against it. "There try shooting from that position." She said. The new position would help in getting a few more hits now.

"But back to my point...if that happens you'll have to protect yourself otherwise you'll become a liabilty to your fellow agents...one alien grabs you and you could become a hostage for them to force your comrades to surrender." Starla said to Phoebe. "Then you'll all be captured and tortured for intel you have on ADD plans, our patrol routes and also locations of undercover agents." Starla reminded Phoebe. "Then you'll become like many ADD Agents have gone through..." Starla said. "You'll be enslaved by some disgusting alien that'll rape you for days maybe even weeks before we can find you again..." Starla said as she had to scare the girl to understand how perilous her job was.

"So you need to be able to defend yourself...it's better to know how to handle yourself in a firefight and never have to use it...than be in a firefight without the skills." Starla said. Finally telling Phoebe to stop for now and place the gun down.

"For now just watch." Starla said as she calmly brought her own gun out moving into that pose she had Phoebe moved into and fired three rapid shots and all three went through the head of the holographic target causing it to drop dead and vanish into pixels.

"I didn't mean to say it out loud .. It won't happen again." Phoebe responded somewhat bashfully, but Starla Uchu hardly appeared to take her comment to heart. "I take it you won't report it to my superiors?" She had a temper, but sought to control it since saying anything along those lines out loud tended to arouse unwanted attention of the negative kind. Any punishment or infraction would reflect poorly on her career and thus far nobody had any reason to view her negatively in the first place. It was best not to think about it much longer hence Phoebe returned to the matter at hand.

"Hm?" Phoebe evidently tensed up upon experiencing a most intriguing warmth across her upper back and the back of her head, the warmth of another woman whose heart beat reverberated throughout her own body upon connecting with the short blonde with hot and tender breast flesh. She happened to have the perfect height for Starla to embrace her fellow agent amid the exquisite sensation of her bosom which tingled upon Phoebe like a pair of magnificent pillows, comforting her agitated mind as her every fibre nearly melted at the unexpected touch.

"Um .. Alright, I'll try." She flushed even harder than before, whether out of embarrassment for having Starla correct her once more or feeling strangely tempted, Phoebe could not say. What, no, of course she disliked the exercise and there was nothing pleasant about it. Those jugs happened to be twice the size of her own, if not more, Phoebe should be envious and not attracted to them. No, not that either. It's all coming out wrong! "Shut up, Phoebe. Just put your thoughts to the exercise and nothing else." She reminded herself before pressing on, firing a few more shots from her newfound position until Starla ordered her to cease fire.

It worked better than before, but not even remotely close to the skill level Starla herself displayed upon arriving on the scene. She was pleased with herself nevertheless, having achieved a higher score than her examination led to believe. Coupled with the pressure of public performance, Phoebe simply could not quite score high enough to pass straight away.

"I'm aware of the great many perils my position entails .. I've heard the stories experienced pilots sometimes tell fresh recruits in the dining lounge, but I must admit I don't believe them all." She doubted it'd be anywhere near as bad, however, stories tended to be exaggerated to portray those carrying out their duty in a better light. "But you're right with regards to my need to improve, which is why I'm here."

She didn't ask to be, but that's how it turned out in the end. Starla sought to have a shot at the targets, too, and Phoebe gladly permitted it, standing back for the other agent to have a clear field of view. She grumbled somewhat beneath her breath, watching the projectiles hit their target with perfection, each fired in rapid succession to the point Phoebe had to wonder just how quickly Starla managed to aim.

"Impressive .." Praise came from behind, but it hardly seemed genuine. Phoebe wasn't the type to enjoy a display of how lackluster her own talents happened to be, let alone how pitiful by comparison to another individual, but she was here to learn and just had to swallow the bitter pill for now. "I won't be shooting standing targets, however. Don't you think I should practice with moving targets right off the bat?"

"Don't worry about it Phoebe." Starla said softly as she smiles as she smiles. "Your secret is safe with me." She said after having helped Phoebe in getting a little better as she watched the poor agent. "Good, just prepare yourself for when it happens my dear." Starla said softly as she calmly put the gun back into her holster after firing her shots.

"We're working out way up. Running before you walk will only frusttrate you more. Once your an expert at shooting a target that is still. Then we shall move to movign targets." Starla said calmly. "Now again. Remember the position I was in and for now. Focus your mind." Starla said as she moved Phoebe back into position and gently before giving the poor girl another smushing with her breasts making sure the back of Phoebe's head felt those so soft breats like giant pillows...so tempting to just relax and let them melt her stress away.

Starla helped move her hands into position as another target appeared and Starla helped Phoebe fire a shot that hit the target right on the head. Once the target was hit did Starla pull away and freed poor Phoebe from the soft squishy bosom hold.

"Right, position and focus. Sounds simple enough to me." She might have been a poor shot, but took the advice to heart as best as humanly possible. "Just let me know when there's any room for improvement." Phoebe loaded further training rounds into her previously emptied firearm whilst Starla bestowed her wisdom unto the young blonde pilot, curious as to how one was supposed to prepare for the vile portrayal of those disgusting tales other agents relayed of women in captivity, but figured that practice was the best manner to prepare at all. She assumed the proper position, having watched carefully beforehand only to feel that Starla assisted once more.

"Goodness gracious me .." None could have ignored these mellow breasts and their radiant warmth, needless to say neither could Phoebe as their impressive stature splayed out across her upper back and head as their bodies had been awfully close together for the sake of training. "So soft .." Surely there was no meaning to any of it, but their closeness bothered Phoebe in ways which were not mutually exclusive to women. It would be troublesome to think that way later on since hand to hand combat had been on their list of chores today. Still, the first round struck before Starla finally shifted, enough motivation for the woman to try and land a few more of the same lethal hits.

Unbeknownst to Starla, however, her focus wasn't quite on the action of shooting just yet. "You wanna have some of that hottie, don't you? A nice juicy piece all for yourself, no?"

Inner monologue. She had conflicted thoughts and voiced them in her mind rather than saying them out loud, arguing with herself over such petty issues. "Nonsense. I'm here because my superiors ordered me to. Anything beyond that is also part of the exercise. Whatever Starla does solely serves to help me improve my track record."

Phoebe continued hurling rounds down the firing range, admittedly hitting far more easily than before, but nobody became a marksman within a day and the blonde didn't expect to either. "You probably could get out of this lame exercise if you tried something a little differently for once. Not sure if she'd put in a good word for you, but .."

She scoffed, the only audible hint Starla would catch although nothing else of her current thought pattern came through. "That's not even the damn point!"

In her entire life, only one actual man had sex with her aside from those monsters on Shokushu, sometimes even other female students, but they never truly shared a bed together. They swarmed Phoebe with pleasure, strung up and helpless, never the other way around, thus no women ever entertained Phoebe in the bedroom as a partner in crime and starting off with one of her superiors was never a good idea.

It was a poorly thought out mindset, pure and simple. "Yeah, now focus, damn it." She wound up venting frustration by firing at featureless holographic targets for a while, loading rounds, firing them, rinse and repeat. She showed visible improvements, nothing too impressive, of course, but Starla's hints seemed to catch onto the eagerly training pilot. Several long minutes of putting holes into holographs passed before Phoebe addressed Starla with a request in mind, one which announced itself beforehand with a grumbling belly.

"Apologies, ma'am, but may we take a brief break soon? I know we're scheduled to be occupied for a few more hours, but I foolishly passed up on breakfast to be here on time. It wouldn't take more than a few minutes of our time, I assure you."

Starla smiles softly watching as her younger charge finally got the hits and was making steady improvement in her marksmenship but of course she was unknown to Phoebe's internal conflict about perhaps having fun with Starla. She watched Phoebe's improvement and was proud of the good path to being good with a weapon.

Starla was curious about the scoff from Phoebe but let it slide for now. Before watching Phoebe venting her frustration both mentally and sexual from the thoughts about Starla's soft breasts again. After many minutes of this training and Starla chuckled softly at the grumbling belly.

"Hmm don't worry about it. You've made a sizeable improvement in your marksmenship." Starla said calmly. "So come on let's get some breakfast then move onto some hand to hand combat afterwards." Starla said as she smiles and heads to the exit of the shooting range gesturing for Phoebe to follow her as the pair of girls walked side by side...this of course gave Phoebe a chance to admire or catch sight of the slightly bounce of those breasts despite the bra that Starla wore underneath her large breasts didn't exactly hide how bouncy they must be as she walked. Clueless about Phoebe's looks.

"Here we are." Starla said as they arrived in the cafeteria of the base. Many Agents were seen enjoying some decent food while more were in line to get some food themselves.

Solely a liar would have denied ogling those intriguingly bouncing breasts and while Phoebe stole several fleeting glances whenever Starla happened to be distracted by passing officers or didn't seem to be paying attention in the first place, the short blonde woman wound up playing a most daring game for even the faintest hint of her thoughts on the matter would have resulted in harsh disciplinary measures. She walked beside Starla, but their evident height difference ensured that Phoebe could always feign ignorance by striking up a conversation as soon as the delicate brunette noticed each attentive green eye upon her form.

"I bet they feel like heaps of jello." She thought. "Peachy, soft and oh so tender .." Admittedly Phoebe had her own to experiment in the past, but never some quite as large as the ones Starla sported with grace, let alone another woman hence her experience had been fairly limited. She did not actually think of making a move, or rather denied any existence of that erotic sliver of thought. They just met and it'd reflect poorly on her record if they figured she might be some sort of twisted nymphomanic, deeming the skilled pilot unfit for service although one had to admit these ripe jugs might be worth the trouble.

"Cut it out already!" She refrained from pondering on the matter any further until they reached the cafeteria.

"Shall I retrieve our meals, ma'am? There's no need for you to stand in line like the others." It might have been in bad taste to leave Starla, or rather her instructor unattended hence Phoebe jumped at the chance to retrieve their meals on her own. She'd receive an answer and head off with the order, having to politely insist that it'd be no problem at all to take care of it while the superior officer sought out an unoccupied area for them to have breakfast in.

Soon the luscious blonde ventured across the hall and ordered their respective meals in addition to coffee for the sake of rounding off the plates stricken with bacon, eggs and toast, then looking over the fairly rich selection of food on the base for any potential extras shortly after. She spotted something among the masses, something even Starla could see from a distance put quite the girlish yet innocent smile upon her trainee.

"Wednesday .. They only have cream pies on Wednesday. Good God, banana cream pie! My favorite!" She bit her lower lip in anticipation, asking one of the women behind the counter to prepare a single sliece. "I know we're supposed to exercise after this, but .. honestly, I suppose one slice couldn't hurt."

Any eyes looking in her direction would have little trouble cherishing every ounce of eye candy Phoebe possessed as the short woman had to reach out in order to have that treat, standing up higher and higher, her round backside threatening to slip free of her one piece suit only to expose itself to the cafeteria halfway. She wound up showing off a pair of black lace underwear to the masses as Phoebe bent over the counter just a bit in order to retrieve the pie, even standing on little more than her toes as virtually every contour of her downright worshippable rump came into view, embedded amid delicate and equally snug undies.

"Gotcha!" She finally managed to reach it, however, once more settling into a more ordinary stance before returning to Starla, gracefully balancing the trays with their meals on top.

Starla had no clue as she led her little protege around the base chatting to some people and giving Phoebe more chances to observe those bountiful breasts that kept giving her thoughts of playing with some lesbian fun. The pair soon reaching the kitchen as Starla smiles. "Hmm as you wish my dear Phoebe." Starla said as she went to take a seat at one of the tables. Asking for some sausage links and eggs for herself and coffee. Before sending Phoebe to get the food.

But as she was moving to find a seat she noticed an adorable innocent smile on Phoebe's face. Noticing the banana cream pie and smirked softly as she tapped her chin in thought before grinning. Only to blush as she and alot of people got a nice view of Phoebe's black lacy panties.

Starla kept silent until Phoebe arrived and placed their meals on the table...waiting until Phoebe was about to sit down as Starla smirked playfully. "nice black lace underwear," Starla commented on casually before sipping her coffee to hide any amused smile at Phoebe's embarrassment.

"But still to think my super serious trainee for the day acts so cute when she sees Banana Cream Pie." Starla teased with a soft smile on her face before glancing at the rest of the pie and smirked softly. "Be right back." Starla said as she moved to the cafeteria and asked for one slice of her own. Gently smirking with a plan as she placed the plate down with the juicy pie slice as she smiled.

"Hmm before you ask...that slice isn't for me...it's a little...incentive for our hand to hand combat exercise." Starla teased...before she takes one of her sausage and casually slips the entire thing into her mouth chewing it up and swallowing it down.

Unbeknownst to Phoebe, several women spotted just what kind and color of underwear the hot blooded young agent donned beneath her single piece uniform and remained ignorant of the truth until the forthcoming woman returned with both meals in hand. She set them down on the table, gracefully easing into a seat of her own only to freeze instantaneously once Starla commented on the view.

"She saw." It was a shocking realisation, especially due to the fact that they weren't the only ones around the cafeteria at the time. "I cannot believe my instructor freakin' saw that .. Oh .. Oh my God .. How many others noticed?"

"You .. you shouldn't say that out loud." She looked around then, slowly but surely sitting down without speaking another word of the matter, but the bright red hues upon her cheeks spoke volumes as to how deeply embarrassed Phoebe had become in a matter of seconds. Starla might have just been teasing her without any ill will in mind hence the short blonde merely frowned in response, but despite wishing to evaporate into thin air right then and there, Phoebe would be hard pressed to run away from any mildly discomforting situation without at least trying to endure it to an extent.

"Play it cool, Phoebe. She's just trying to break the ice and you've done but a swell job making yourself the laughing stock." In essence having heard that comment opened up room for further possibilities and these asparagus eyes stole over those large breasts in a fleeting glance although once again Phoebe warned herself not to try anything stupid, let alone something the young woman had no idea about in the first place.

"H-hey, I'm not .. Hmph." She blushed even further once Starla outlined the view of her trainee spotting banana cream pie mere moments before and sought to protest, but the venerable operative had already risen from the table and departed elsewhere.

"I better not let her see my favorite pillow .. She'll just tease me for it." It was something out of a less lighthearted time and ever since having fallen victim to monsters Phoebe tended to sleep alongside one of the pillows a friend once bestowed unto her as a gift, but for the moment her mind had been elsewhere entirely, in a happier place than some might think. She did not mind any playful jabs upon her that much and actually cherished the humorous moments they shared although it might have been better for the two of them to have become true friends beforehand. It likely didn't matter anyway, the superior officer virtually held her future in her hands by either letting her go through an abundance of exercise yet again or letting her pass and finally join the ranks as a full fledged member further down the road.

"Hm?" Phoebe perked up then, having eaten some of her scrambled egg and buttered toast as if saving that delicious piece of pie for later only to find that Starla had retrieved another.

Was that a challenge Phoebe just heard? "So .. what am I supposed to make of this? Are you saying I can have another slice if my performance is up to your standard?"

Starla calmly chuckled at the blush and embarrassed look on the poor girls face. Having returned with the pie as she calmly ate her breakfast. Enjoying the meal while sipping some coffee. "You see my dear...your goal is simple..." Starla said with a smirk. "You see during our hand to hand combat training...I'll make sure to keep all the Banana Cream Pies stored somewhere safe...my rank shall allow me such a chance...if you fail to show improvement in hand to hand combat...I'll make you watch me eat this slice of pie...and any other slices I bring to our future classes...until you become a top notch agent...no pie for you...understand?" Starla said...she was given incentive for Phoebe to get better at this.

If Phoebe didn't improve...no more of that pie for her to enjoy!? The horror that must be for the young agent as Starla resume her breakfast. Noticing that Phoebe's eyes had glanced and spotted a brief glance from Phoebe's eyes onto her breasts and smiled casually crossing her arms just under her breasts bringing focus to the bouncing pair as she smiles calmly. "I hope my terms sound fair to you my dear Phoebe...cause we'll keep doing this until I deem you ready." She teased.

Eventually the pair finished their breakfast and Starla carrying the plate with that second slice of pie...brought Phoebe to a gym with some padded flooring used for training as Starla calmly approached a nearby table and placed the piece of pie onto the table. "Well then...would you like to change into something more combat ready or are you prepared to fight in those clothes?" Starla asked.

"You wouldn't .." Raw terror splayed across the young operative's features upon hearing of her intention to remove pie from her menu for an indefinite period of time. She nearly dropped her fork onto the half full plate below yet managed to hold onto it in that moment of uncertainty. Starla was no liar from what Phoebe gathered which solely worsened the situation for the pie hungry young blonde.

"But they're only making them on Wednesday! They don't bake them all day either .. just in the morning. By the time we're done training, there won't be any left!" It did not even come down to her favorite Banana Cream Pie, but virtually every single type since each week they settled on a different one. She would be starved of these sugary treats and Phoebe most assuredly disliked the very idea Starla proposed. "How long am I supposed to keep this up? Weeks? Months? God damn you, Starla."

She quickly stuffed her mouth which stood wide open in shock and surprise with another mouthful of scrambled eggs, choking out the very words of defiance that boiled up within the temperamental woman. "Hmph."

It did not help any that every evaluation of her hand to hand abilities came down to her instructor and no one else, effectively shielding Phoebe from her savory delights on a whim should Starla deem it appropriate. "She seems to take pleasure in teasing me .. I don't like that .. I don't like that one bit." She could not ignore the agent either for how was one supposed to not pay attention to one's own superior officers? "I suppose it's best to think that I have to earn my place first in order to receive any pie whatsoever."

Phoebe grumbled in silent protest, narrowed eyes focused on her own plate as to refrain from showing off just how bothered Phoebe happened to be lest Starla accused her of being cute again for having a bit of a girlish albeit hot blooded temper. "I understand. No pie for me anymore."

She would have her own slice that day, however, and happily dug into it with juvenile enthusiasm, taking each bite with a delighted smile upon her face. It tasted even better than those who came before it considering what was at stake here, but soon Starla and Phoebe wrapped up their meals and ventured out into the training compartments of the base where they wound up in one of the padded areas, keeping to themselves in the separated exercise booths. "Yeah, I only need to pay attention. Who knows how long it'll really take me to do well? I might be able practice some whenever Starla's not around so that I'll reach top form quicker and at least earn my damn pie."

An affirming nod had been offered up to the superior officer once asked about changing clothes. "I'll be wearing these clothes throughout most of my assignments and I doubt I'll ever have the luxury to change when things go sour, so I'm pretty much good to go." They had the showers to use for today, after all, and Phoebe doubted that on her first day Starla expected anything impressive of the young woman, let alone anything sweat inducing.

"I would indeed...when I make a promise I keep it Phoebe..." Starla said with a calm smile on her face. The pair finishing breakfast well as the pair headed to the training room which had spots for sparring matches. However if thoughts of training by herself cropped into her mind she might have a realization when she thought that....Starla was pushing her to train by herself not just during their sessions....a skilled and clever teacher indeed this one was.

"Same here." Starla said as she stretched her arms casually as she moved to her spot on the mat and faced Phoebe. "Now then...this is a simple fight...fight me like you would if an alien slaver was attempting to restrain you...so I'll make the first move," Starla said as she moved into position waiting until Phoebe asked a question...or even said anything before she moved with such surprising speed as she tackled into Phoebe's gut sending the smaller girl onto the mat as Starla playfulled gripped her hands and held them above her head...straddling the girl and forcing Phoebe to feel the soft thighs of Starla against her waist as Starla looked down with an amused smile on her face. "Oh my...caught off guard so fast.." She teased.

A subtle hint of curiosity crossed her currently focused yet eager facial expression, pondering on how to work with the situation presented to her in that instant. "An alien slaver? You?" She nearly snickered, but choked out that thought at the root before realising that speaking such thoughts out loud with humorous emphasis might only encourage Starla to return the favor in other ways. She remembered the recent pie situation quite well and despite having tossed formalities out the window for now, Phoebe had to retain a certain degree of modesty.

"Sorry, yes, I'll do just that." Seconds ticked by after Phoebe fell into a more or less secure combat stance of her own, enough to dodge perhaps, but actually confronting an opponent with it would lead to most one sided skirmishes. She waited and anticipated, but found that Starla did not take the initiative as promised. In the end Phoebe lowered her guard and practically forged her own doom as Starla came forth like lightning gone wild.

"Um .. Aren't you supposed t- Unf!" In the blink of an eye Phoebe found herself thrown to the mat below, air knocked out of her lungs in the process due to receiving that formidable tackle yet thankfully the padded floor took the major brunt of the impact. Before having any chance to recover, her superior officer had already secured both her hands and held them above her head whilst the weight of her own body effectively bound Phoebe to the floor whose cheeks rapidly bled over into a subtle pink coloration upon feeling another woman as close as Starla had been.

"You .. You've just gotten lucky!" She retorted, that hot blooded nature of hers invoking the urge to break free, but Starla secured her trainee safely in place. "Right, lucky .. You're neither weak nor slow, Phoebe. You're just on the bottom, that's all. Gravity itself is playing against you." She was warm, and soft with the flesh pressing to either side of her hips, asparagus eyes briefly dipping to that cleavage, her breaths slowing, becoming increasingly shallow whilst her modest bosom heaved and lowered before snapping out of that trance like state and looking straight back up. "Technically you could always enjoy the view while getting overpowered by Starla, of course." Phoebe frowned in a somewhat displeased fashion. "Shut your mouth!"

"I'm just not accustomed to fighting girls, but you can trust that I'll learn. You won't .. get me that easily .. next time .. God damn it." Turning and twisting each wrist yielded no results and as far as Phoebe could tell, Starla would not allow her the freedom of movement straight away. "It doesn't really help that Starla's going to enjoy having me ask her to let go .."

"Please let go of my hands?" Phoebe wound up swallowing her pride nevertheless, feigning the most adorable pouting expression the young athletic blonde could muster. "Pretty please?"

Oh, but it was a ruse! If actually let go, Phoebe sought to turn the tables on Starla and use the element of surprise to turn them over at once. If not, however, Starla might just have another reason to tease her fellow private.