The next morning, the sun rose over the frozen terrain outside Kyoto where thousands of burnt-out tanks, fallen power armor, and lifeless Nekovalkyrja bodies lay covered in a sheet of ice from the cold, rainy night before. Chunks of derelict starships and orbital structures lay strewn about the surface in craters. It was quiet and calm, save for a few military trucks and shuttles making their way around to retrieve survivors.
On the vast flat concrete of the Kyoto spaceport sat the battered YSS Eucharis, which was already being stripped of its damaged parts by technicians in red jumpsuits and tall cranes. A pair of large turbo aether plasma engines sat nearby on flatbed trucks.
Onboard the ship, Shosho Hanako was fleshly bathed and at the bridge's center console with the phone in her hand. She dialed the intercom. "This is the captain speaking. A ceremony will take place today at 1100. The uniform is Service Dress Black Coats. In the meantime, I need all fallen personnel respawned and for everyone else to get a mental backup and physical from the ship's doctor. I also need a volunteer to cook breakfast for the crew. Helen Klein and Jalen Sune please report to the bridge. Shosho out."
On the vast flat concrete of the Kyoto spaceport sat the battered YSS Eucharis, which was already being stripped of its damaged parts by technicians in red jumpsuits and tall cranes. A pair of large turbo aether plasma engines sat nearby on flatbed trucks.
Onboard the ship, Shosho Hanako was fleshly bathed and at the bridge's center console with the phone in her hand. She dialed the intercom. "This is the captain speaking. A ceremony will take place today at 1100. The uniform is Service Dress Black Coats. In the meantime, I need all fallen personnel respawned and for everyone else to get a mental backup and physical from the ship's doctor. I also need a volunteer to cook breakfast for the crew. Helen Klein and Jalen Sune please report to the bridge. Shosho out."