"Yes, your blueberry haughtiness, ma'am. Just remember that while there are regulations against striking a monkey brained excuse for an officer, it is somewhat less clear on the subject of tieing them up." Sacre said, returning from her overjoyed state at seeing her girlfriend to her baseline. Despite the insults, there was a certain warmness to it.
"As for me, I'm good at my job. The knuckleheads in Blackwolf are marginally less terrible than they were when they started under me. I've yet to rid myself of a certain cold-loving idiot, but in a way he's grown on me. Like an irritating toe fungus, you have to freeze off perhaps. but I do tolerate him because I don't like the cold well enough to be rid of him. I'm good at blowing all of the insufficient schlock the Kuvexians consider 'elite' troopers away, and patching up those too stupid to die in the aftermath. But I'm not sure it's what I want to do anymore." It was interesting how Sacre's tone would subtly shift from friendly jabbing while talking about Klaus and her squad to genuine dislike when talking about the Kuvexians. They were variations that most might miss, but Gravity knew well.
"Anyway, I've got my own way to officer, I'll have your cheeky blue butt back where it belongs soon enough. You remember those NH-40s we ran across a couple of years ago? I got a good look at the schematics when Eden was 'upgraded' and my medical training let me understand them pretty well. Intelligence, an oxymoron if I ever heard one, well not just an their all morons, was pleased they were able to get so much information from me about it. It also made me more curious. There is a lot we actually don't know about Neko and a lot that's ultra-secret, beyond what I'm told as someone who has to troubleshoot you mewling kittens, as well. I think for the first time I want to know rather than just be the best at what I'm told to do." Sacre explained.
"I think now that the war's over, I'm going to go into getting an actual medical degree rather than just relying on medic school and enough reading and practical experience to get by. It will be a couple of years, but I think I might be able to make a difference in a way other than knifing people in the face and patching up people who have been knifed in the face. I'll owe the army a few more years for the training, but then I'll be free. Free to get out and find out who I am without all this," Sacre motioned to where her rack of ribbons would be if she was in her class A uniform.
"Also, I'm pretty sure it's easier for a civilian to get away with tying up a cheeky officer."