Junko moved quickly to the Taisa, ignoring the other crewmembers, new and old alike, in the wardroom. Sitting down, she studied the questions and quickly formulated her response. It helped that she had given such topics prior consideration, as she did not trust herself to water down the more extreme of her personal opinions on the fly.
“To begin, ma’am,” she said in a quiet, light voice, “my reasons for joining the Star Army are really two-fold. For one, my mother went far out of her way attempting to secure an NH-29H body for me, working through compatriots of hers still in the Star Army. Enlistment was a necessary requirement for receiving the body, and I really could not reject her sentiments. Perhaps more importantly, I’ve always been interested in the ships and equipment of the Star Army, for as long as I can remember. It has always been a dream of mine to work in an environment like this.”
There. She was quite satisfied with her first response. Really, there was no need to mention her belief that she, being a Nekovalkyrja, had all of the intrinsic worth of an AS-7 torpedo or fire control relay and deserved to be used as such. It was something best kept to herself.
“As for my request for transfer to the Eucharis, an opening for a technician aboard one of the most technologically advanced warships in the galaxy was far too excellent an opportunity to pass up.
“But in that vein, for my role aboard ship, I hope I do have something to offer when it comes to servicing the ship. If you will excuse me, ma’am, you and the Eucharis have rather fearsome reputations, what with the importance and danger of the missions you take part in. If I can assist in maintaining the ship even in such situations, it would be most gratifying.”
Junko paused again, considering the final two questions. To her mind, they were connected. Certainly, she disliked having to deal with all of the interactions “humans” felt necessary. If people simply did their jobs without playing all of the myriad social games that inevitably occurred, she would be much happier. In that sense, she didn’t really have an answer to whether she wished to become a leader or not. On the one hand, increased rank meant greater responsibility to work with people. But on the other, it meant a certain aloofness and freedom from more casual interaction. Indecision in mind, she decided to answer honestly… to an extent.
“In all honesty, I do not have an answer about future goals for leadership. At this point, I have so little experience in the realm of military responsibility that I cannot say. Perhaps time will tell.
“As for being a sociable person, to be frank ma’am, I do not actively seek out social interaction. I am not sure what my file says, but certain circumstances at home prevented me from participating in… normal interactions. Given the choice, I would rather be working on repairs to the ship right now than sitting here with the other crew members,” she said, indicating the others eating in the wardroom. “But of course, I understand the importance of smooth functioning among the crew aboard a ship, especially a warship. I will try not to isolate myself and to attempt to participate.”
Finished, she bowed slightly, though still seated, towards the Taisa.
“I hope my answers have been satisfactory, ma’am.”