Tom said:
The talk of fixing loyalty and mind transfers left a sour feeling in his stomach, and he couldn't help the glance he gave to Yukari.
Tom knew his place in this room, and it made him uncomfortable, despite the accolades being tossed around.
Seeing people from Yukari's past was jarring her focus at that moment. Hanako-hime-sama appeared as pretty and bright-faced as she ever did. It made Yukari rub her covered right arm and flatten her ears forward. She winced, too.
Yukari was not a fresh cadet eager to please her officers and show herself as a worthwhile addition to a crew.
The Hime-sama is a Shosho ... and I am a Goddess of the Lost. How is that possible? Yukari made herself believe she was on another track of sorts, as any other explanation came up woefully short.
Hearing Yui speak of those Lost as needing to be forcefully found was not surprising, but Yukari bit her bottom lip to keep herself from opening her mouth. To the Star Army, Nekovalkyrja still were tools. Neko were weapons of war, just sentient ones. At least she wanted to win their loyalty in some meaningful fashion; Yukari could not say she did that. It still raised the hair on her ears to hear them spoken of that way.
No matter. Yukari, reconnected to SANDRA, saw the article about Goumon being renamed to, she assumed, Kotori. A name representing purity and justice replacing the name that meant torture. Yui, warrior-poet.
She stiffened to remain at attention, then looked sidelong enough to see Tom. She didn't dare use telepathy; the Mistress-Taisho probably could decode it with nary a thought.
She smiled. She couldn't help it. Just a smile, with a twinkle in her eye. She was glad to be able to have eyes on him at all, even with the strange situation they were in.
Yui said:
"...You see, your successful rescue of the fleet here and the attack on Nataria you made to protect yourself have together ignited the fuse on what will be an explosive battle for the Yamataian homeworld itself. Even now, the NMX are folding into the Yamatai system to attack. However, it is a trap. They are not aware that we, with this fleet, will outnumber them."
The blood drained from Yukari's face, and her smile vanished into an expression of horror.
The NMX? Above Yamatai? And they were here, standing and speaking of requests?
Ralt! Port Xenn! Malifar!
HOME!
Yukari wrung her hands behind her back and bit her lower lip again. Why were they chatting about? They had to leave! The fleet had to be organized! Attack preparations had to be made! She knew the commanders and their XOs, she could get the fleet organized in moments, then they could spirit away to Yamatai and stop the NMX before there was bloodshed. Perhaps force a surrender. Something had to be done, something had to be done now! There was no time to wait!
People were going to die. Innocents!
Sisters!
Yukari let up off her lip before she bit through it, but her hands were red from her squeezing them. She desperately looked to the Taisa, pleading to at least let her go, to get something done, to prepare — to save their home.