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You looks at the impressive structure in your living room. Almost a bunker of soft in an of itself. You are absolutely positive that you do not own that many pillows, but you figure its better not to ask.
You talk for a bit, then offer her a drink. She declines. "Unfamiliar territory. I have to remain sharp and watchful." She hunkers down in her bunker of pillows, facing the door to the apartment.
After talking for a few more minutes, you find out she lost her Lasrifle when she set it down and it got sucked into a Valkyrie's engine two days before, you look sup at the clock and realize what time it is. You'll almost certainly have to call in to work tomo-today.
You settle into your bed and drift off to sleep, not minding the lack of pillow as much as you thought. You wake up several times to the sound of her boots patrolling the apartment, and once to the crashing of pots as them fell from one of your cupboards onto her head. After nursing her wounds, you convince her that patrols aren't needed.
The next morning you wake up, oh yeah you'll have to call him, to your radio alarm going off. "Breaking news today ladies and gentlemen. After spending the last 2 years on our humble planet, The 68th Krieg has pulled out of our system. The immediate Xeno threat having been quenches in out sister system. We thank them for their protection, and ask that the Emperor watch over them."
You hear bawling from the living room "THEY L-L-LEFT M-ME!" |
