Gwathdraug
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Borghildr Yamauchi looked down at the disposable cup in her hand and eyed the remnants of coffee contained within with a clear look of distaste. The pure white skinned – a so called 'Shiro' – Neko would rather there have been anything else to drink in her hand other than the bitter liquid. Preferably something that's job would be to put her to sleep, not wake her up too.
It could have been brandy, the Neko thought with a sigh as she knocked back the cup and finished off the rest of the drink with a grimace.
Passing the cup from one hand to the other – somewhat awkwardly as the left arm was laden down with a set of dangling and topped off canteens while the right sported two heavy duffels – Borghildr crushed the flimsy cup in her pale grip before tossing it into the waste bin off to her side.
The sheet white Neko ran a hand slowly through her tousled, chin length black hair before shaking her head vigourously to fight off her early morning drowsiness – it was after all still what would be considered pre-dawn on the artificial environment cycle of Pisces Station.
Which Yamauchi herself considered to be a boon of some sort. Starting earlier meant there would be nobody but the recruits you got ordered to ship into proper shape to report or complain about how you were wearing non-regulation black fatigue pants and a black short-sleeved shirt instead of any of the variety of uniforms that were otherwise acceptable for wear on duty.
Pushing the door to the Simulation Training area open and leaving in its position hidden within the wall Yamauchi grunted in disappointment as none of the small group of new recruits and transfers to the Fifth Fleet had decided to come earlier in order to get the jump on her.
Dropping the two duffel bags to the ground the Neko unzipped both to reveal an assortment of mock regulation weapons ranging from pistols and rifles to a couple machine guns and even an anti-armour launcher. Each one was colourless and lacked almost all of the actual mechanical portions that made a real weapon work aside from the trigger housing, but weighed what they should and would interact flawlessly with the simulation room once things got started.
Reaching into one of her back pockets Yamauchi pulled out a piece of crinkled paper and unfolded it before throwing it down atop the two open duffels. The paper, in large script, read: Get loaded out yah pukes.
Walking over to the large room's main console, the canteens over her right shoulder still sloshing gently against her side and thudding into each other, the white and black Neko fiddled with settings as she waited for her charges to show up.
Hopefully they remember the part in their orders that mentioned they were to be in the full Type 31 Field Uniform sans helmets. That getup was always a good trick to getting a bunch of PA jockeys bent out of shape.
It'd be a shame to have to send them back for rescheduling for such a minor oversight too.
It could have been brandy, the Neko thought with a sigh as she knocked back the cup and finished off the rest of the drink with a grimace.
Passing the cup from one hand to the other – somewhat awkwardly as the left arm was laden down with a set of dangling and topped off canteens while the right sported two heavy duffels – Borghildr crushed the flimsy cup in her pale grip before tossing it into the waste bin off to her side.
The sheet white Neko ran a hand slowly through her tousled, chin length black hair before shaking her head vigourously to fight off her early morning drowsiness – it was after all still what would be considered pre-dawn on the artificial environment cycle of Pisces Station.
Which Yamauchi herself considered to be a boon of some sort. Starting earlier meant there would be nobody but the recruits you got ordered to ship into proper shape to report or complain about how you were wearing non-regulation black fatigue pants and a black short-sleeved shirt instead of any of the variety of uniforms that were otherwise acceptable for wear on duty.
Pushing the door to the Simulation Training area open and leaving in its position hidden within the wall Yamauchi grunted in disappointment as none of the small group of new recruits and transfers to the Fifth Fleet had decided to come earlier in order to get the jump on her.
Dropping the two duffel bags to the ground the Neko unzipped both to reveal an assortment of mock regulation weapons ranging from pistols and rifles to a couple machine guns and even an anti-armour launcher. Each one was colourless and lacked almost all of the actual mechanical portions that made a real weapon work aside from the trigger housing, but weighed what they should and would interact flawlessly with the simulation room once things got started.
Reaching into one of her back pockets Yamauchi pulled out a piece of crinkled paper and unfolded it before throwing it down atop the two open duffels. The paper, in large script, read: Get loaded out yah pukes.
Walking over to the large room's main console, the canteens over her right shoulder still sloshing gently against her side and thudding into each other, the white and black Neko fiddled with settings as she waited for her charges to show up.
Hopefully they remember the part in their orders that mentioned they were to be in the full Type 31 Field Uniform sans helmets. That getup was always a good trick to getting a bunch of PA jockeys bent out of shape.
It'd be a shame to have to send them back for rescheduling for such a minor oversight too.