#I plan on making any subsequent drabbles more digestible and shorter to read

[substantial-gains]

"Okay, so I need some answers here. First off, why am I the only one being sent out to this sweaty ass bootcamp in the middle of No Where, Mor Ardain? I'm like the thinnest one in the family if we're not counting Mio and Dad! Second, why the hell is my commanding officer a sparking lardwhale?!"

Glimmer felt betrayed. Her sister, the one person in her life that she thought would be there for her in her hour of need, finally got a boyfriend and moved out, leaving the blade spawn high, dry, and alone at home. With everyone else in the family either having a successful career like her siblings, or being too far in the lard like her 3 moms, naturally a target was painted on the only back for her dad to shoot at so he can feel at least partly in control of his life. Repeatedly.

"You need to get your act together" he says, "Salvaging will help you build some character", he says.

SPARK THAT. The Aegis descendant can't even fit her own ass in one of those tight salvagers suits!

...And that's why she's been sent here, in front of this military base. Alone. Boob sweat glistening in the dusty breeze. No other job options left that interest her lazy ass, with the severely out of shape Special Inquisitor herself staring daggers at her.

"10 laps around the base, or you're not getting any supper tonight."

"Wait, wha-"

"Oh dear... already calling Lady Morag lardwhale on the first day? Your father wasn't kidding about you and your mouth. Sure, peacetime has taken a toll on my Flamebringer's waistline but...well..."

The jewel can't even say anything, it's her fault. Everything about Morag and her flab is her fault. The glare she received from her driver told her everything she needed to know.

All her ultra precious fattening cookbooks, burned to ash...

"Ahem. Well, regardless of the circumstances, I do hope you enjoy your stay here. If you manage to survive your run with the Special Inquisitor, there'll be a light salad waiting for you in the mess hall. And if your attitude improves, I might even be allowed to sneak you some croutons, courtesy of our cruel taskmaster here~ Hehe...sigh."

This is going to take some work.