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  Ivara awoke to a mysterious machine intermittently beeping beside her. In her groggy and delirious state she stared ahead at a large array of mirrors surrounding her which gave her a three hundred sixty degree view of her body. She then attempted to step forward, towards the large double door on her left which she assumed was the exit, however her legs failed to respond to her commands. A panic blanketed Ivara's mind and she thrashed violently against the restraints attached to her wrists.
  "You'll find those restraints quite sturdy, Subject F." Announced a rugged voice from behind a white curtain. "I'd suggest relaxing, but, well, given your current situation I don't believe that's going to happen."
  The man pushed a series of buttons and flipped several switches on a large machine with a glass tube filled with a green liquid attached to the side of it. After several seconds the machine whirred to life and emitted a soft buzzing noise. Ivara once more struggled against her restraints as the green liquid got closer and closer to her with every passing second.
  "There's no need to panic, just relax and enjoy. We're doing this for your benefit of course." Explained the man.
  A dull pain enveloped the left side of Ivara's buttock as the green liquid began entering her body.
  "Sit back and enjoy the show, subject F. Look into the mirrors, see what we're blessing you with!"
  Ivara reluctantly complied and stared ahead at the mirror that was angled in such a way that it gave her a clear view of her backside.
  "W-what the hell are you doing to me?!" Shouted Ivara.
  It was clear to her what the green liquid was doing, however the motive behind it was lost to her. She stared at her behind as it gradually expanded and enlarged as more and more of the green liquid pumped into her.
  "You're filling my ass with liquid?!"
  "Not quite, subject F. The liquid will solidify and mutate to match your specific cellular structure, enhancing the durability of your posterior."
  "But... why? What could that ever possibly accomplish?!"
  "Protective cushioning of course! All those times you get knocked on your ass by one of those damned Grineer Heavy Gunners, by power fist, or even by a wild kubrow."
  "You're insane!"
  Ivara continued to stare at her rapidly expanding buttocks that was quickly becoming too heavy for her body to support. Moments later the restraints on her wrists snapped from the excessive weight and she fell back onto the floor. Immediately following her landing the liquid in her buttocks acted as a rubber and bounced her forward. She flailed helplessly as she was launched through the glass surrounding the sterile chamber and out into the frigid corpus outpost.
  "That's highly unfortunate, I could have sworn I got that batch right. Send in another subject." Spoke the man into an intercom.
  Ivara tucked her feet against her protruding buttocks and held onto her toes as her rubbery behind repeatedly bounced off of the Corpus walls and carried her out into the icy tundra to forever sail the open planes of Phobos.