Ketsurui Prison
Uso Tasuki sat at a stark metal table deep within a secure facility on the frozen world of New Vicky, dressed in a bright pink prisoner robe and flanked by two Nekovalkyrja guards in black armored suits and faceless glossy helmets.
Across from her sat a small-eyed middle-age Japanese man in a gray suit with a small Yamataian flag on it. A datapad sat on the table, softly glowing with report data. "According to Nepleslia, you were arrested for being a Nekovalkyrja trespassing in Imperium space, in violation of national law there. And shipped here as a prisoner of war." The man pursed his lips in mild frustration. "However we have not received any evidence you were involved with the NMX or in the war at all. This brings us to a question: Why are you here?"
"Needed a few days off. You know how tiring it is for a weapon of war, always having to kill this, fight that, ect." Uso said.
"Since you are a Nekovalkyrja, we are not able to return you to Nepleslia," the man informed her.
"So drop me off on pisces, I'll screw around there for a bit. I hear Yuuko's undies has a whole new line of things since I was last there." Uso said.
"What do you do for a living, Ms. Tasuki?"
"I'm a cook now, I cook things. Check my service record."
"Our last records have you as an advisor for the Thule Task Force in Elysia," said the man.
Uso chuckled, "Yeah, Elysian girls are kinky. It is normally a very patriarchal society but once they really get to let loose they can have a lot of fun.... Also elysian food is bad."
"What were you doing in Nepleslia?" the agent asked Uso. "Nepleslians are not very fond of your kind."
"It is a great place to just sorta get lost amongst people." Uso said, "I was doing the cooking thing for a while, having fun, then out of the blue Wazu calls me up looking for an advisor for his new unit."
"Wazu was formerly wanted, but Yamatai has dropped its charges," the man mentioned.
"Quick question, do you have any pictures of him in your file while he was in an NH-7 body?"
"That is not something we can make available to you. Military records and all. Speaking of which, why are you in such an outdated body?"
"I know there aren't a lot of us left," Uso said, "But I'm one of those who don't trust the 'new me' that pops out of an ST machine. This body is still my first and only."
"That makes two of us," the man said flatly. "In any case, since you are not a POW and being a Nekovalkyrja is not a crime in Yamatai, and it would be criminal to return you to Nepleslia, we will release you. Understand that you are not to return to Nepleslia nor cause any trouble."
"Sure thing, no promises if I come across whoever designed this thing." Uso said, tugging on the hem of the pink quasi-bath robe looking thing that she had to wear here. "I mean you guys know that most of your prisoners are going to be females of the curvy type. Why not design for that?"
"Not many people get out of here," the man commented. "Try to take it more seriously so you do not return." With that, he stood from the table and left the room. The thick door behind Uso opened with a hiss.
"He didn't even look at my boobs." Uso said, 'adjusting' herself while looking down for a moment, "Must be this terrible clothing." With that she got up and made her way towards the door.
The guards took her to the elevator. The destination appeared on a control panel: "EXIT"
Uso Tasuki sat at a stark metal table deep within a secure facility on the frozen world of New Vicky, dressed in a bright pink prisoner robe and flanked by two Nekovalkyrja guards in black armored suits and faceless glossy helmets.
Across from her sat a small-eyed middle-age Japanese man in a gray suit with a small Yamataian flag on it. A datapad sat on the table, softly glowing with report data. "According to Nepleslia, you were arrested for being a Nekovalkyrja trespassing in Imperium space, in violation of national law there. And shipped here as a prisoner of war." The man pursed his lips in mild frustration. "However we have not received any evidence you were involved with the NMX or in the war at all. This brings us to a question: Why are you here?"
"Needed a few days off. You know how tiring it is for a weapon of war, always having to kill this, fight that, ect." Uso said.
"Since you are a Nekovalkyrja, we are not able to return you to Nepleslia," the man informed her.
"So drop me off on pisces, I'll screw around there for a bit. I hear Yuuko's undies has a whole new line of things since I was last there." Uso said.
"What do you do for a living, Ms. Tasuki?"
"I'm a cook now, I cook things. Check my service record."
"Our last records have you as an advisor for the Thule Task Force in Elysia," said the man.
Uso chuckled, "Yeah, Elysian girls are kinky. It is normally a very patriarchal society but once they really get to let loose they can have a lot of fun.... Also elysian food is bad."
"What were you doing in Nepleslia?" the agent asked Uso. "Nepleslians are not very fond of your kind."
"It is a great place to just sorta get lost amongst people." Uso said, "I was doing the cooking thing for a while, having fun, then out of the blue Wazu calls me up looking for an advisor for his new unit."
"Wazu was formerly wanted, but Yamatai has dropped its charges," the man mentioned.
"Quick question, do you have any pictures of him in your file while he was in an NH-7 body?"
"That is not something we can make available to you. Military records and all. Speaking of which, why are you in such an outdated body?"
"I know there aren't a lot of us left," Uso said, "But I'm one of those who don't trust the 'new me' that pops out of an ST machine. This body is still my first and only."
"That makes two of us," the man said flatly. "In any case, since you are not a POW and being a Nekovalkyrja is not a crime in Yamatai, and it would be criminal to return you to Nepleslia, we will release you. Understand that you are not to return to Nepleslia nor cause any trouble."
"Sure thing, no promises if I come across whoever designed this thing." Uso said, tugging on the hem of the pink quasi-bath robe looking thing that she had to wear here. "I mean you guys know that most of your prisoners are going to be females of the curvy type. Why not design for that?"
"Not many people get out of here," the man commented. "Try to take it more seriously so you do not return." With that, he stood from the table and left the room. The thick door behind Uso opened with a hiss.
"He didn't even look at my boobs." Uso said, 'adjusting' herself while looking down for a moment, "Must be this terrible clothing." With that she got up and made her way towards the door.
The guards took her to the elevator. The destination appeared on a control panel: "EXIT"
