>>36530737
>"That spaghetti was good."
>"What do you usually watch?"

>>36530737
>"What do you usually watch?"
>"Why the books on nanotech?"
>"How do you feel about being in Able?"
>"Comfortable with your superior officer being a parasite?"
>Other
"Good spaghetti, do you have any other good recipes?"

"Good spaghetti, do you have any other good recipes?" She blushes and scratches her head.
"Uh, hehe...well that's the only special recipe I know, Jezori taught me it.I don't usually cook stuff but I felt hungry today. Losing my lunch in those sewers probably didn't help, place was so disgusting that I took three baths!"
"Yeah it was...isn't three times a bit much though? We all went through standard decon and one shower was good enough for me."
"Still didn't feel clean enough. I like taking baths anyway, nothing some warm water can't calm!"
Subject changed from food to bathing rather quickly. You look to the TV, Hazuko's hasn't found a channel to her satisfaction it seems.
"What do you usually watch?"
"Cartoons, thrillers, music shows and contests."
"Thrillers?"
"Like a good song, a good show can make you feel stuff, good thrillers focus on that!"
"And how many good shows are there at the moment?"
"Seven on HegeCable. I don't like watching stuff made by aliens, too weird for me."
HegeCable? They just slap "Hege" onto everything...
"So, why the books on nanotech?"
"That's what I got in me."
"Why?"
"Makes me stronger and..." Hazuko trails off and looks to the side.
Guess you'll change the subject...
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>>36532855
[2 of 2]
"How do you feel about being in Able?"
"Well....like I said earlier, some of them are pretty gloomy. What we do doesn't always leave me happy either..." She frowns before regaining her smile.
"But I'd give anything to stay with you guys and kill bad guys! ...Though we didn't kill any bad guys today, we didn't even kill that monster..." Hazuko's sad expression returns in force.
You pat her on the head.
"Cheer up, we'll do better next time."
"You can't promise that...."
"I can try." The loli bard's smile returns.
"Can always count on my superior officer!" You smirk at her.
"Comfortable with your superior officer being a parasite?"
Hazuko neither smiles nor frowns but instead shrugs.
"You're there I guess. Those noises you are creepy though, that click kruk, cruok kleek, kaak kak caan..." She spends a full half-minute trying to emulate your chittering before giving up.
"How often do I make those sounds when I'm out of a Host?" You have a guess, especially since the need to chitter felt as automatic as the need for a human to breathe.
"Almost always...can you not do it as much?"
"I can try." You smile at her again and she returns it with her own.

You glance at your PDA when she looks away.
11:47 PM.

>Time to finally head home.
>"Can I ask about your divorce?"
>"You haven't said my name at all. How come?"
>"Why are you so young?"

>>36532878
>"You haven't said my name at all. How come?"

Just love being interrupted for quite some time when I could've made this reply rather quickly.
>"You haven't said my name at all. How come?"

"You haven't said my name at all. How come?"
"Well...just not comfortable with calling you by it. Some of the others avoid calling you by your name too. Is it even your real name?"
"I don't remember the past few thousand years, let alone if I have a real name. I, or Command maybe, have settled on Nomad for now. It's fine to call me by that."
"And we aren't supposed to say your name too much, our bosses will get mad..."
Oh, that explains it somewhat.
"My name might be classified but you can call me by name when it's just us, or just us and the squad. Okay?"
Hazuko nods.
"Alright, Nomad."

>Time to finally head home.
>"Can I ask about your divorce?"
>"Why are you so young?"

>>36533859
>Time to finally head home.

>Time to finally head home.
11:50 now.

You slowly get up from the couch, Hazuko's head turning towards you.
"Heading home?"
"Yeah."
She smiles one more time.
"Bye Nomad!"
"Bye Hazuko."

...

Apartment No. 7's door unlocks after the drone finishes its scan.
[This apartment complex is in fact heavily protected. Several autoturrets and automated combat drone squads are stationed under the control of your's truly. You will be safe, very safe. And have privacy, there are no cameras in your apartment and I am only authorized to look at you via thermal imaging in the event of an emergency. Nothing in my directives actually prevents me from doing such, but I respect you and your privacy quite highly. Would you like to stop conversation with me now?]
[For now, yeah.] You reply, taking both some comfort and some worry about this AI.
You step inside and close the door behind you, dim red, orange, and purple coming on.
You are home...
>Turn on the TV and listen to the news while you're moving about
>Take another shower
>Finish looking at the paintings in the art studio
>Turn on your computer and start looking a few things up (specify)
>Get a snack
>(insert option)

>>36534895
>Turn on the TV and listen to the news while you're moving about
>get a snack

>Turn on the TV and listen to the news while you're moving about
>Get a snack

Grabbing the remote off the couch, you turn on the TV
"The Nelaon Council has formally declared war upon the Motian Systems Union. Worryingly to many, the front lines will be centered on several major trade routes, some vital to the survival of certain worlds and colonies."
Listening to the news, you head into the kitchen for a snack or two.
You try a few grapes from the fridge, tasty but not enough. You know just the thing though...
You greedily tear open the wrappings of two HegemoBars and devour them.
The "Dynamic Taste Nanomachines™" work their miracles on your tastebuds, the texture of them is perfect. Every bit of them in your mouth is simply incredibe. Once again you force yourself from eating more, somewhat concerned about the possiblity of addiction.
You listen to the TV as you eat.

>>36536143
"Mister...?" That one reporter Veronika hates.
"Zobayaiko." An unfamiliar and non-human voice.
"Mister Zobayaiko, you are an expert on military tactics, correct?"
"I suppose I might be considered that, people keep asking me for advice on such things."
"Well, what is your opinon on yesterday's events?"
"Feels a little odd to consider what was but four minutes 'yesterday'. Do you mean the attacks?"
"Yes, the 'Afternoon of Murder' as they have been called collectively. You've-"
"Studied what evidence and testimony there is, yes I know what you wish to ask me. I've come to the conclusion that the attackers were, quite highly, trained by the Terran Hegemony. Witness accounts are spotty, but several witnesses at several locations described similar hand signals that are for the most part unique to the Hegemonic Military.That said, I cannot rule out the possibilty of them being trained by former instructors or the attackers simply being rogue. Coordinated attacks between rogue units across great distances is most uncommon, but I can think of several instances, such as the Telvon System Rampages twenty years ago. However, those attacks were far closer than these were."
Earth hasn't won any points today...

>Take another shower
>Finish looking at the paintings in the art studio
>Turn on your computer and start looking a few things up (specify)
>Start deciding where you'll sleep tonight
>(insert option)

>>36536179
>Finish looking at the paintings in the art studio
Afterwards we can check our computer for more information regarding past enemies, especially elementals and other magical things that we recently whipped into a revenge-frenzy by reminding them we're alive and showing them our current Host.

Damn it all, finished over half the painting descriptions but calling it a night once more to Hypnos' assault.
Typed "Rodney" as "Robbery" among things in my current state.
On the bright side, next time we're finishing up the night for good.