Rating: B

Disclaimer: The author makes no claim to owning the rights of anything to do with Terry Pratchett or Discworld.
Notes: Written for Fanfic Tarot. :-)

The Next Generation
by Amazon Syren

     The recruits lay, exhausted, in their communal tent, their second day of army life finally over.
     "Pst," came a voice in the dark.
     There was a chorus of ‘huh?’, ‘wut?’, ‘yeah?’ from the recruits.
     "So what do you think?" the voice asked.
     "Who’s talking?" "About what?"
     "It’s Will," the voice clarified. "What do you think about the sarge?"
     "She didn’t mind us joining up as women—" volunteered Rosemary ‘Rosie’ Svitz.
     "Gee, I wonder why…" muttered private Louisa Fritaag, who didn’t have a nick-name yet because she scared the other recruits.
     "She scared the hell out of me," confessed Freddie Skelto. "The corporal’s okay, though."
     "Why?" piped up Mary ‘Mosser’ Clapper. "What do you think of her?"
     "Are you kidding?" Will demanded. "She’s amazing! I’ve never met anyone like her! She’s-"
     "Someone’s got a cru-ush…" Mosser teased.
     "Or a new religion," Rosie chimed in.
     Silence, briefly. Then:
     "Shut up."