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Liv, did you prepare for today's training?
Mh-hm! Ready as always! I won't drag everyone down!
Lee and Liv are both members of Gray Raven, but where Lee is precise and direct to a fault, Liv tries to accommodate to almost anyone.
Kamui, do you know the directions to the other support squads? We're rendezvousing early for the next joint op.
I bet you Wanshi is still in bed! I've got a better idea: eyes on Gray Raven!
Wait, come back! The rendezvous is this way!
Whoa! Cool it with the weapon, Capt.!
Lucia! Save me, Lucia!
Kamui, member of Strike Hawk, and Chome, Strike Hawk team leader. Kamui is as he appears: sunny and easygoing, whereas Chrome embodies the maturity of a team leader.
Don't ignore me, Lucia!
Say, why'd we get stuck with the robot girl today? I don't wanna babysit her all day.
I don't require babysitting. I'm a warrior.
Ha! Some puny warrior you are.
Hm... Shall we determine the better warrior, here and now?
Karenina, don't make this difficult for me.
But...
Alright, let's all get along. By rights, you're like an older sister to her. Behave like one.
Sister... Ehehe, that's got a nice ring to it.
Sophia, who's always quiet and withdrawn... Karenina, brash and self-assured... And then there's Bianca, who gets more done than both of them combined, without so much as batting an eye...
It must be said that Bianca is impressive on all accounts... yes, impressive.
At the rest stop, you see Lucia remarking on every passing individual, no matter if she knows them or not.
I'm re-familiarizing myself with my companions, Commandant. Verifying database entries while supplementing my own impressions seems to help me understand them more.
Please stop it, Commandant... I didn't mean for you to hear that.
Please don't mistake my behavior for anything abnormal. I am merely re-familiarizing myself with my companions.
Always the busy bee, Lucia.
Ayla barges into the conversation with a bundle of telemetry equipment in her arms, likely returning from a surveying mission.
Ayla, cheerful and free-spirited female Construct. Member of the World Government Association of Art. Outstanding in all respects, but occasionally out of touch.
No matter. Artists are used to brushing off critique. Occupational hazard, I'm afraid.
So I'm just a dumb, wide-eyed girl to the two of you... Oh, how you wound me!
"Out of touch", is it? That's not what you used to call me, Lucia dear...
What I used to call you... I can't seem to pull up the rest of the file. It could be fragmented.
After another round of searching, Lucia's expression turns apologetic.
I'm sorry, Ayla, but I can't seem to recall. Could you tell me the name I used to call you by?
"Bae-la", of course.
Bae... la?
That's right. Just like that. Bae—la—
As the pet name leaves her lips, Ayla dives your way and buries her face in the crook of your arm, nuzzling you.
Gradually, your senses awaken to the unbearable softness of being.
Resistance is futile, Commandant! I'm just demonstrating for Lucia dear!
Of course she did! Didn't Lucia use to call you her "boo"?
With the mischief in her eyes, it wasn't hard to figure out what Ayla was up to. Lucia, however, finds the thought hard to stomach.
What...? The old me was someone who went around calling people weird names...? And doing such indescribable things to Commandant...?
No... that's impossible. Don't be fooled, Lucia...
...At any rate!
In the span of a moment, Lucia steels herself and wrenches Ayla away from you.
Commandant, while I cannot verify what Ayla has said, please refrain from overt physical contact with others in public spaces.
For your safety, of course... Right!
Having run out of words, Lucia disappears around a corner, and you are left with Ayla, whose look of amusement fills the hallway.
I was just trying a harmless prank on dear Lucia, but now... My, my, Commandant, seems like you're in troubled waters...
