Yukari was walking toward the Mokuren's bridge when Nyton messaged her.
"Acknowledged," she replied. "I will mention that to the Chujo. Thank you, Claymere-san."
The red doors to the bridge swept open before Yukari just as she finished replying. Beyond the portal, and its two bowing guards, was the upper deck of the Yuumi-class battleship's bridge, which was a long affair wide enough for three captain-style chairs, but not much else. Below was the main bridge, where many more stations and Neko were working.
Yukari walked down the cushy red strip of carpet to the three chairs, the central one occupied by the vessel's commander.
"Kasami-Chujo," Yukari said, bowing deeply in respect to the commander. Having seen what Kotori made the Chujo do, it made Yukari cringe in her head to bow, but intuition won out.
The Chujo turned her chair around to face Yukari. She smiled. "Shosa," she said, pushing some of her red hair behind her ear. "I did not expect you here. What can I do for you? Please, sit." She offered the seat at her right.
"Thank you Chujo," Yukari stiffly replied, rising from her bow and taking the very plush, forgiving seat next to Kasami-Chujo. She leaned back into it and instantly thought better of it, instead getting more on the edge of the seat. A chair like that was far too comfortable for her to be serious in; she imagined the officers of the vessel leaning back in the chairs and sipping sake while discussing inane things.
"Something must be percolating for you to come here this way," the Chujo said. "Please, what can I do?"
Yukari looked Erika — the Chujo, she reminded herself — straight in the eyes. "Prepare the fleet for an invasion of the Nataria system at 0600 tomorrow."
It sounded like an order. An order from a Shosa to someone four ranks her senior, from someone who had commanded a single ship on an interim basis to someone who led one of the most powerful fleets in the galaxy. Inside, Yukari winced, but outside she remained firm.
"Nataria ... it is no longer part of the Empire," the Chujo said, leaning back into her chair. "I recall gaining that information from your ship. A sizable enemy fleet awaits us, yes?"
Yukari nodded. "There also will be a battle for terrain. Nataria has a complex series of tunnels used to supplement a depot there."
"I see," the Chujo said. "I will have the fleet prepared at once. It will take several hours to prepare our ground forces, but rest assured they will be ready."
"Yes, Chujo," Yukari said, dipping her head.
"You look a little tired," she said. "Are you well? Is there anything I can do?"
The leader of a fleet asking an executive officer of a single vessel such a question, in such a way, made Yukari's stomach flutter. "No, Chujo. That will be everything. Thank you for your time."
"Of course Suzuka-san," the Chujo said, following the words with a wide, toothy smile that reached deep into her eyes. "If you must. Please give the Hime-sama my regards."
"Yes Chujo," Yukari replied, standing and bowing slightly. She wanted to leave; it was becoming more uncomfortable by the moment.
"Please," the Chujo said. "I prefer Erika ... if that is well with you?"
Yukari suppressed a twitch. "Ah, anou, I am sorry, Chujo. I must be going. Thank you — " she paused. "Erika-Chujo."
The smile from Erika could have powered her whole ship, lookingup at Yukari. "My pleasure, Suzuka-san. But please, won't you stay? I would appreciate your assistance in prepping the fleet. Hime-sama has prepared you for some command, surely. Perhaps you would like to try? I can help."
"I — " Yukari stopped herself. She looked at the Chujo for a few seconds, blankly, as she took in what this meant. It came down to a simple question: Was she ready?
Her soul provided the answer without even checking.
"I will require a SPINE interface," she said, sitting slowly back down.
"One already is installed in my chair," the Chujo said. "I thought the Hime-sama might want to lead the fleet back to Yamatai."
Yukari wanted to bite through her lip. "May I?"
"Please!" the Chujo said, leaving the seat. "It is warm for you."
How helpful, Yukari sourly thought as the two Neko traded places.
When Yukari was settled, the SPINE "lit up" and connected her to not just the Mokuren, but each of the fleet's computers. She was taken aback; not even as the 5th Expeditionary Fleet's aide had she connected to so many ships at once. Each seemed to hum with sounds that were older, but familiar to her.
She avoided the mainscreen, manipulating the KAMI to give her the in-system visual she desired — her and the major officers of the fleet standing above the massive group of vessels, in space, the faint outline of the Blue Rift behind them. There were 38 such officers; 39 once Erika-Chujo was connected.
Though the Neko were not familiar with the setup, being used to operating through viewscreens and volumetric projections, none of them was put-off. They accepted without hesitation.
"Claymere-san — please handle Melisson's files and deliver to me any fleet-related data you come across. I will add it to our calculations." While tactics and strategy were undoubtedly Nyton's forte, Yukari was there with the officers. She nodded to herself.
She was ready.