YSS Wakaba
Shuttle Bay ->
Ready Room
Yukina had been prepared to board the shuttle and launch herself into the fray of high-speed power armor combat there and then. Her computerized mind and body had been primed to do so, her muscles tense with anticipation as her heart raced inside her chest. As such, it went without saying that she was somewhat discombobulated by the order to fall back into ease. And yet, as the newest member of the team, Yukina sensed that this might only be the first thing to catch her by surprise within the next few hours. The affairs of the Infantry were far different from the laundry rooms, kitchens, and storefronts that she was used to.
Accordingly, Yukina was the very last to take off her helmet and enter the ready room, though she wasn’t too far behind her new squadmates in that regard. The Maid Sprite took a deep breath as she did, before shaking out her hair and moving to one of the benches. However, it was only then that she was compelled to sit with Setsunu upon processing her commanding officer’s request. She was surprised to find a cello positioned nearby, which the dark-skinned Neko began to tune, then play a few moments later.
At that point, Yukina felt the stress escape from her body like air rushing out from a balloon.
The dark skinned Neko sat down on one of the benches and spent a moment tuning her instrument. While she was doing so she sent a wireless message to Yukina. Sit with me. That was it. Her instrument tuned, she began to play.
//
Hai.// Yukina transmitted back as she sat down next to the Giretsu Neko. It was only then that the Maid Sprite had the opportunity to study Setsunu’s features at length, beyond merely passing her by in the passageways or watching her from a distance. Indeed, the gossip of her being a distant, unapproachable beauty was true—she was graceful beyond any shadow of a doubt, a realization made that much more evident as her sepia-toned features went serene with focus.
And yet, the Sprite didn’t dare stare at her for long.
//
Thank you, sama.// Yukina answered telepathically. //
I am, yes.// She admitted, in response to Setsunu’s observation of her mental state. //
I knew that I was going to fight, but I thought there were still...// The Sprite’s transmission lingered, a hitch manifesting in the flow of her telepathic conveyance. //
Better options available, to take the empty slots in the Angels. I’d ask why I was chosen, but I’m terrified at what the answer might be.// She continued.
Indeed, Yukina could only guess at how dire their situation truly was if things had gotten so bad that a Maid Sprite had been chosen to take a place in an elite power armor infantry squad. While she was a Nekovalkyrja and therefore obligated to fight, the implications of such a decision were too alarming to think about.
Instead, the Sprite decided to shift the topic of the conversation to other matters. Like violence.
//
If you don’t mind me asking, what was it like to fight the Warrior?// Yukina asked, with no small amount of girlish spirit in her telepathic tone.
//
I heard a rumor that you took one of the spikes off of her armor and stabbed her with it. Is it true?//
At that point, the lanky, yet lean and statuesque figure of the XO entered the ready room, compelling the comparatively
tiny Sprite to jump in salute, firmly at attention!