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RP: YSS Resurgence Resurgence of Yamatai - Mission 2: Lost But Never Forgotten

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Koyama had seemed to soften as a small horde of children boarded their shuttle. It was a little cramped, their caretakers she'd taken in with a wary, scrutiny running their names and backgrounds through the various databases at her command. And even a few that were not. It paid to have friends in intelligence. Doubly so when one of them was in her weekly pen and paper roleplay game. But to the children, as her mind ticked over the information gathered and over their mission, she seemed all gentle smiles and patience. Warmth where aloof efficiency had been replaced by a seemingly different individual.

The XO had produced her data slate, Sanda had her music, Thad was being... Thad. The other Ranger she'd looked to with a curious eye. The cybernetic attached to her had made her raise one of her sharp eyebrows. Normally Nekovalkyrja proved unable to utilize cybernetics. Unless the woman was one of the 33 A variety she would have to look into this development. Or rather ask Poppy. The engineer dabbled in genetics on the side as was her legacy of a sort. With a blink, the young woman had turned her golden-eyed gaze back to the expectant children. Soon the compartment held a moderately sized volumetric screen of entertainment. Anime, Cartoons. Fussing over them, Koyama had elected instead of letting them fight and argue over what to watch to take a vote.

It had worked, and those that were not under Thad's purview soon found themselves with candy in hand or in mouths. The woman had produced it as if by magic. A single piece each and it had gone fast. With a clap of delight, Koyama sat back with a pleased expression. Despite the harrowing experience, lives had been saved. Young lives. Her mind drifted briefly to what Aoba would say on the matter. A herd of children on a Star Army vessel. The man had seemed to be cut from a strict, rigid cloth with an unmovable expression and a no-nonsense attitude. If it came to it, she would defend the little ones on their behalf. After all, in her mind, the children were the real prize. If some of them had parents in the free colonies or even on Yamatai they would be reunited.

If orphaned, she knew of a man with connections. A kindly engineer with a brilliant mind and thoughtful demeanor. Her former CO and mentor, Kage, Yaichiro had helped form Tsubomi, the city with which orphans of the Empire resided. Cared for, tended to, educated. Where they could lead lives and grow in an environment fit for children. Making friends with light and laughter. If necessary she would make that call. And would be more than happy to pay for their care. She had spent little over the years.

Save for the little things she enjoyed. All else had been provided, and she had a home in Kyoto rent-free.

Having to tell their resident Ranger that she couldn't bring the bike was something she had not particularly relished. But then again it had seemed practical. The Resurgence wasn't equipped for someone such as her. She needed a fast, single-person vehicle. And doubted logistics would simply hand her one at her request. Koyama could put the request in herself. But then again, the Star Army lacked for anything tasteful, or relevant in the department of motorbikes. So, the Chui had made up her mind. She would finance it herself. She would build it herself. And offer it as a gift and reward. How could the Shosa argue with that? The Ranger had done her job and should be rewarded for it. It would cost the military nothing and the bike could be built along specifications suited for a ranger.

A three-pronged strike. And at the sound of the Nepleslian woman's music, she grimaced again. The bracelet with which she kept hidden linked with whatever Sanda was using for her entertainment and with a wave of Koyama's hand, visible to the woman with the thunderbolt tattoo it changed. A new song took place. From the same band but an earlier song by perhaps a few years. This one spoke of riding out of sunsets and screens. The guitar riffs were met with drums at the beginning and the guttural dialect of some Nepleslian ethnic groups. It started low and slow but seemed to gradually build. 'I'm dynamite! And I'll win the fight!' followed the steady beat and it seemed to descend again before rising like a tide once more. How in the hell did a seemingly straight-laced Nekovalkyrja know just what in the hell band it was? Not to mention pulling it off.

If she received a look, Koyama would return it, amused before looking back to the children as attentive as a mother hen. Her own mother had rubbed off on her too much for her own good. To Poppy, she asked a single question. This sent over the wireless communication engineered into both species. 'How are they?' it was clear to whom she meant. The wounded anthropomorphic soldier she had brought back aboard.
 
Poppy covered Cassie with a wool blanket for modesty and warmth. "She'll need some surgery when we get back to the ship but it is something our robotic surgical tables can handle. After that she will need at least a day of bedrest. By then the hemosynth treatments should have her completely healed. At that point I imagine she will remind everyone how she requested the use of power armor and was denied it," Poppy said pointing to Cassie's Mindy armor suit that was strapped to the shuttle's bulkhead. "Cassie is brave but that thing is her security blanket it. She won't admit it but I think she is already suffering from PTSD and won't seek treatment because she is worried about getting kicked out of the Star Army on a medical discharge. This experience probably won't help her with that but it probably won't stop her drive to serve either," she admitted to Koyama.

Beryl carefully piloted the shuttle in a rapid ascent into the atmosphere. The chaos of ships and shuttles in the area would help them blend in, and their stealth systems kept them from being noticed in the first place. In minutes the shuttle was lining up with the Resurgence and drifting into the gunship's shuttle bay. "Aoba, Beryl, we made it, over," the supply specialist transmitted. "Signing off."

"Welcome aboard," Aoba replied. "Good work. Out." Immediately the ship began hauling ass for safety and as soon as it was safe the ship jumped, disappearing in a shimmer of sparkling teal light.
 
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Finally, she was Off-world, and with a huge bonus, kids were safe. The fact that all the kids were off-world safe with their families made her fears go away. Any orphans would be adopted into new families. She knew that Fang, her long-time canine, companion will be taken off the ship. She decided to have it sent to the woman who was in charge of creating her group of Neko, since she’d been kind to her. She thought because there was a wounded member of the crew, she should wait.

She wanted to finally back up her self and maybe make sure her backup had the one red eye color. She’d gotten used to it, and it felt weird knowing that she wouldn’t have the red eye anymore. The Neko Ranger glanced to Sanda, her other partner during the mission, and smiled as she moved over to her, and took the flask in hand. “To Victory!” She said and drank from it before handing it back.

Yayoi soon sat beside her and allowed herself to breathe. “Hey... Once I deal with the whole getting backed up, would you mind giving me a tour?” she asked Sanda.
She took note of the ship approach and soon she knew they were inside of it.
 
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Sanda smiled as Yayoi took a drink and sat down beside her. She laughed out loud at the request for a tour. "Girl, you've been trapped and fighting on that planet for 2 years and you want a tour of the ship? You must not have been roughing it as much as I thought. First thing I'd want, besides a strong drink, would be nice hot shower. Followed by a big meal then about 18 hours of deep, uninterrupted sleep. Then I'd want to call my sister and niece and let them know I was ok." She smiled as she took the flask back. "But yes, I'd love to give you a tour."

Sanda suddenly looked up, slightly annoyed and confused. Her music had suddenly changed. It was still a song that she liked, but it wasn't on this particular playlist. She looked suspiciously at Thad but the meat head seemed completely taken with a group of kids to even notice. Then her eyes met Koyama's and her mouth dropped in surprise. How the hell does she do that? Sanda wondered. Sanda had been quite impressed with her XO on this last mission. The woman may be only an engineer, but she moved with a grace that even some Rangers would kill for. She had also deferred to Sanda's area of expertise to an extent that Sanda found refreshing. The XO had certainly earned Sanda's respect and admiration. She considered it a private to serve under her. The Nepleslian smiled raised her flask to Koyama in a toast and took another sip.
 
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