do not ever forget the people who were sacrificed here. no one looked for us. no one remembered us. no one knew we existed at all. our existence will be forgotten to the world.
βI was dealing with a matter regarding my squad. They are competent, but also... unorthodox at times. There was a situation with Neon and a shipment of gunpowder, but itβs been resolved.β
She salutes.
βRegardless, I am ready for debrief.β
βWith our commander deceased, the Outpost has no one to command the Nikkes stationed here, and the Central Government has few replacements to spare. I believe youβre a compatible leader, though.β
She adjusts her beret.
βDo what you will with that knowledge.β
βI wondered why you seemed so fatigued when you stepped out of your mech. Your ability must have drained you.β
She picked up Wandaβs chart and examined it. βIt also explains why they couldnβt determine what was wrong with you. Itβs a good thing you stabilized on your own.β
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She set it back down.
βI know you must be feeling disoriented still, but there are some people from the Ark who want to meet with you. Theyβre going to ask you some questions about who you are and where you came from.β
A pause.
βI believe theyβll offer you a job, too.β
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βThank you.β
An awkward silence. Rapi is still sneaking glances.
βI think the outfit looks much more flattering on you. I prefer my usual uniform, honestly.β
βSo it would seem.β
She feels a bit less embarrassed, now that Wanda is doing it too. In fact, her gaze is transfixed on Wanda, and how her curves are accentuated by the garb.
βYou look good,β she says after a moment.
Rapi tilts her head, unsure of what the other is staring for. When Wanda leaves, though, she remains put.
βYes, maβam.β
She waits perfectly still.
βAnis wagered that she could eliminate more Raptures than me. I told her she was wrong. We agreed that the loser would have to wear a maid outfit for a whole day.β
She tugs on the frilly hem of her maid outfit.
βI lost.β