Re: [Mission 9.1] Tip Of The Spear
Just in time, Konoka had managed to drag herself and her medical kit-amongst other recently-moreso vital supplies she'd been worried about as much-to the PA bay in time to be of some absolute use-the ability to help in the any one moment required was a prided skill Konoka refused to slack on. She'd realized that, caught up fragiley concerned thoughts, she'd been a spazz-and THAT wasn't helping anyone, so THAT would be corrected-extremely quickly. Actuallly.....
.....It was uncanny how such a seeming spazz-orff as Konoka could manage when the situation-it was one now-required of her. Now-and nowadays-that was even more and ever-more, for sure, increasingly important for the situations-and the crew-friends of Konoka, allies- facing them. Konoka could not forsooth the future, no-but she could sense that her help was required, and.......Besidew, lately she was trying to be more in control of her own rushing-quiet sphere of fate, off, -ahead of her-and being too slow or too slack to help simply wasn't Konoka-heh-way.
In an instant, the instant fate's balance required of her-she was ready. Stepping up to fate, a helpful poker face as always, set to work-Konoka.
What can I do, Heisho? Ah, that was just the question of her life.......
Heh. What willed will come.....
Miyazawa, you've got it! Konoka told herself-whatever the order was. And she would, for the folks and fate required.
And there wa a slight smile of hope in the poker face of Konoka, a helpful worker........?