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"...understood, Sir," Shion says, perched in front of a console. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. Chief Uzuki out."
Allen shakes his head. "They sure didn't waste their time hitting you up for those results."
"Told you." Shion shrugs. "I'm usually right about this sort of thing."
Basil, the new guy who got stuck collating data into nice little charts for non-scientists, comes up to Shion with a data-disk. "Here you go, Chief. Will that be all?"
She flicks through the contents. "Thanks. That should be good enough. I'll handle the rest." She's absorbed, wandering slowly over to KOS-MOS' sealed maintenance bed, as if caught unwitting in some gravity well, but Basil's still hovering.
"Uh, Chief, not about this, but do you have a moment?" he asks.
"Yes?"
"Won't the military be expecting actual field data on KOS-MOS? Is it okay to keep giving them simulated data like this?"
"Well," says Shion slowly, "that's always the question, isn't it? Risk versus reward...though if it were up to me," she murmurs, almost absentminded, one hand resting on the sleek back pod that KOS-MOS sleeps in. "If it were up to me, I might want to keep her here, safe and dreaming, forever."
Allen, watching them, shifts from foot to foot. Miyuki sails by, plants a disk in his hand, and winks. The Chief's in one of those rare introspective moods where she'll sometimes say the darndest things, then act like nothing's happened. She's not one to let her inner emotions show much, but sometimes they'll peek through, frighteningly vulnerable. If Basil's bothering her--
"But why are you so afraid to but her to real work," Basil plows on, "when you push her so hard in the simulations? I can't wait to see KOS-MOS up and completely functional. Couldn't you at least try taking her up to Phase 3? That should be no problem for her by now..."
"Phase 3 in a simulated battle config?" Allen asks, wandering over to join them and hoping like hell it looks casual. "Come on, we're not about to wake our little princess just for that." Right, he has a disk in his hand. "Chief, this is the summary of KOS-MOS' main equipment from Second Division that Miyuki collated for us. Should be useful with the guys upstairs."
"Oh, thanks. It probably will be, yeah." Shion stacks it with the reports from today, then drops to a crouch by the maintenance bed for a moment, checking the recent work on it. Definitely distracted today, Allen thinks. Though god knows by what. What had happened in that Encephalon? "Anyway," she says, popping back to her feet, "I'd better be going. See you later."
"Good luck, Chief," Allen says with a smile.
"Thanks!" She turns and breezes out, and the lab doors hiss shut behind her.
Allen looks about at the rest of the research group, lounging and watching and chattering amongst themselves, and clears his throat loudly. "Well, back to work, people!"
Togashi, on his knees next to the big red VR pod checking through the circuitry, looks up at him with a knowing smile. "She's really got you trained, hasn't she?"
"What?" Allen sputters. "Trained? What do you mean? Hey, what are you grinning at?! Hurry up at get back to work!"
"I'm on it," Togashi says dutifully, then looks at Basil and winks. "See how he always changes the subject."
Allen resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. "Togashi..."
"Nothing at all, sir," he says cheerfully. "You're just hearing things."
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"...understood, Sir," Shion says, perched in front of a console. "I'll be there in thirty minutes. Chief Uzuki out."
Allen shakes his head. "They sure didn't waste their time hitting you up for those results."
"Told you." Shion shrugs. "I'm usually right about this sort of thing."
Basil, the new guy who got stuck collating data into nice little charts for non-scientists, comes up to Shion with a data-disk. "Here you go, Chief. Will that be all?"
She flicks through the contents. "Thanks. That should be good enough. I'll handle the rest." She's absorbed, wandering slowly over to KOS-MOS' sealed maintenance bed, as if caught unwitting in some gravity well, but Basil's still hovering.
"Uh, Chief, not about this, but do you have a moment?" he asks.
"Yes?"
"Won't the military be expecting actual field data on KOS-MOS? Is it okay to keep giving them simulated data like this?"
"Well," says Shion slowly, "that's always the question, isn't it? Risk versus reward...though if it were up to me," she murmurs, almost absentminded, one hand resting on the sleek back pod that KOS-MOS sleeps in. "If it were up to me, I might want to keep her here, safe and dreaming, forever."
Allen, watching them, shifts from foot to foot. Miyuki sails by, plants a disk in his hand, and winks. The Chief's in one of those rare introspective moods where she'll sometimes say the darndest things, then act like nothing's happened. She's not one to let her inner emotions show much, but sometimes they'll peek through, frighteningly vulnerable. If Basil's bothering her--
"But why are you so afraid to but her to real work," Basil plows on, "when you push her so hard in the simulations? I can't wait to see KOS-MOS up and completely functional. Couldn't you at least try taking her up to Phase 3? That should be no problem for her by now..."
"Phase 3 in a simulated battle config?" Allen asks, wandering over to join them and hoping like hell it looks casual. "Come on, we're not about to wake our little princess just for that." Right, he has a disk in his hand. "Chief, this is the summary of KOS-MOS' main equipment from Second Division that Miyuki collated for us. Should be useful with the guys upstairs."
"Oh, thanks. It probably will be, yeah." Shion stacks it with the reports from today, then drops to a crouch by the maintenance bed for a moment, checking the recent work on it. Definitely distracted today, Allen thinks. Though god knows by what. What had happened in that Encephalon? "Anyway," she says, popping back to her feet, "I'd better be going. See you later."
"Good luck, Chief," Allen says with a smile.
"Thanks!" She turns and breezes out, and the lab doors hiss shut behind her.
Allen looks about at the rest of the research group, lounging and watching and chattering amongst themselves, and clears his throat loudly. "Well, back to work, people!"
Togashi, on his knees next to the big red VR pod checking through the circuitry, looks up at him with a knowing smile. "She's really got you trained, hasn't she?"
"What?" Allen sputters. "Trained? What do you mean? Hey, what are you grinning at?! Hurry up at get back to work!"
"I'm on it," Togashi says dutifully, then looks at Basil and winks. "See how he always changes the subject."
Allen resists the urge to bury his face in his hands. "Togashi..."
"Nothing at all, sir," he says cheerfully. "You're just hearing things."
This post is part of Letterblade's Blogathon 2010 madness, to raise money for Heifer Project International. Please go here to pledge your support.