“Well, of course, I'm not forcing you if you don't. . .
Ahem.
Thank you for the hospitality.”
She usually catches herself a bit too late after all her tiny ramblings, but alas, at the very least she did catch herself.
She followed after the lady as they spoke, and she took--
it all in.
“Well, to us, our practice was our wars. It was endless, a feast or famine, simply put.”
She didn't have much thought over training. She never did it as practice, even as a royal member of the family.
Especially as a bastard child, that luxury wasn't there.
“I'll--
“Food? Any kind of food will do me well.”
She stated.
“Though, I suppose some seafood would do well.”
She further elaborated.
“I came on my own. I don't have a ship, more like I am a ship.”
She would have to clarify more about this, but for now, it'll be all she needs to--
Alas war comes for many.
And another piece of intel seemed to have roll into their base.
It was a large suit of armor, and they have failed to crack it.
No rest for the wicked. This Nikke was called in to take a look.
She’s returning from her most recent deployment heavily damaged.
The enemy has been getting stronger. How can she possibly keep up when the Rapture threat continues to grow?
No matter what, though, she’ll keep on fighting. Even if it means her destruction.