Tasmanian SFG: Welcome to Hell by C. R. Daems

Author:C. R. Daems [Daems, C. R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-17T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY

Planet: Delphi: Fort Endeavor: Post Assignment Surprise

“She’s naked,” Lacy said as I stood in the shower after my first duty day since returning home to Fort Endeavor. I was totally confused, since I frequently showered while men were present.

“Do you expect me to wash with my clothes on?” I quipped but didn’t understand what was going on. Something was up. Something no one had explained to me, but what?

“Get dressed, Luan. Fortunately, the problem can be fixed,” Lacy said.

Now I knew for sure they had something planned that I hoped I like but wasn’t sure. Surprise parties could be good. A surprise initiation might not be. I guess it didn’t matter as I doubted I had a choice.

I dressed in my Tasmanian uniform as I had no other dress clothing. Outside, a line of cars waited. I was shoved in the first one with Lacy, Rogers, and, to my surprise, Simon. No one said anything on the ten-minute ride into town. When I exited the vehicle, I stood in front of a small storefront with a sign reading Body Art. I had never been tattooed and wasn’t sure I wanted to be. I knew a lot of people liked tattoos indicating relationships, professions, life experience, and images of things they liked or admired. They had something in mind…maybe my Tasmanian handle, a fox. That wouldn’t be too bad, I thought. They sat me in a chair and stripped off my jacket and sweater.

“There are three phases to becoming a Tasmanian Devil,” Simon said. “Phase one is passing the first two months of the Tasmanian school. Phase two is not screwing up during the second two months of the training. And phase three is reasonable performance on your first assignment. Then and only then, you are awarded the only medal you will ever get—an original Tasmanian shield the first Tasmanian Battalion wore on the shoulder of their uniform. Today, we have it tattooed on your arm so you can’t lose it, and you always have it with you. Master Kishan is the only tattoo artist authorized to give someone the Tasmanian Shield tattoo.”

I noticed a very old man with brown skin and a full and bushy goatee which was a mixture of black and mostly gray hair. He had a strip of red paint in the center of his forehead.

“Good day, Tasmanian Luan,” he said. “Normally, I would numb the skin but you are a Tasmanian.” He smiled. “It will only take a couple of hours.” He picked up a small machine that made a buzzing sound, dipped it into a black mixture, and began. I closed my eyes and began my Gong Luan exercise.

“Tasmanian Luan, are you the first Tasmanian to sleep while being tattooed or are you doing a yoga meditation?” he asked.

“Something similar I would imagine. My father’s teachings.”

“Wise man. You can stand and look in the mirror against the wall.”

I stood and walked over to the wall and turned to see my shoulder. There was what looked like a shield with a black background.

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