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Bell leaves the techs to the body repair work, she hits the showers and changes into the generic NAUC fatigues before heading up to the Guerra's hospital room. She contemplates why she didn't throw a fit when Steele died and realizes that she was never close to the captain anyway.


The squadron's handler walks into the room. He looks incredibly displeased.
: Alright, you, do you mind telling me what exactly you told those commandos when they came knocking?

Bell gets one of those popcorn bags from a vending machine before sitting in a chair next to the corner of the hospital room.

The squadron's handler walks into the room. He looks incredibly displeased.
: Alright, you, do you mind telling me what exactly you told those commandos when they came knocking?
"I told them about a blood god."

I was lifting a hefty amount of bandages from one of the medical rooms when i heard voices coming from Guerras room. I could hear a man ask about the Commandos.

I decide to keep quiet and listen at the door.


I decide against seeing Guerra's interrogation and begin patching the holes left in the fuselage from the last mission. There are only a few.

he was telling them about the book of florb
Ah yes he was. The commandos were clearly so jealous of such a beautiful book that they killed most hostages out of jealousy.

BEFORE YOU READ THIS NOTE GUERRA IS HIGH AS THE ISS ON MEDS, AND HE'SH GOD UH FIG LITHPh PEKUSH UFF ITt.



"You're not buying any of the stuff I fed my squad, I'm betting. Not that they bought it either.

You know I didn't take the airship's impact site well, and how I didn't stand for that technician's talkative quirks... Thus you're probably also aware of the instabilities I've developed. I believe I was having something of an episode, the other day. I felt like I was just... watching. What he said- sorry, what I said...

I mentioned a blood god, multiple times. There is something wrong with me, sir, and I won't stand for it. I can't stand at all, right now, but you get the idea. I don't know exactly how I'm able to reflect back on all of this, as if I'm a seperate person... Yet I feel like I am.

No, I am not trying to bail myself out of what I've done. I believe myself to be a monster. You're visibly angry, as are my squad mates. If you want to hit me... I can't stop you. I doubt the hospital staff would.

So that's what I said, anyway. Incoherent ramblings of a blood god. They got angry and killed in response."


: Then what you're telling me is in accordance with the transcripts I have in my possession. I hope you realize that this sort of outburst you had does not sit well with anyone higher up. Mercana wants you discharged, and the Kintharians are out for blood. The only reason you aren't rotting in a military prison right now is due to the fact that HiCom says you still have a campaign to finish. You are going to get patched up physically and mentally, you are going to kick the Zits out of Kiraza, and then you are going to answer for your incompetence. Is that clear?
« Last Edit: April 19, 2015, 01:44:55 AM by Qwepir »


I walk back to my room to go to sleep, stripping down to my underwear, and falling asleep rather quickly after shutting the door.
(iirc it's small dorms, am i correct in thinking that?)

"Sir, yes, sir."
: Good. Maybe if you distinguish yourself in your final few sorties you might be able to impress the brass and get a reduced sentence or something. If you want my advice, either come back a winner, or don't come back at all.

He exits the room and notices Tippy standing there.
: I was told you wanted to see a translated transcript of what went down. Here you go.

He hands you a folder. In it is the transcript. It reads:
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GUERRA: HELLO? CAN YOU HEAR ME?
COMMANDO LEADER: THERE. BY THE DOOR. BRING ME THAT DATAPAD.
*SUBORDINATE RETRIEVES DATAPAD FOR COMMANDER
CL: WHAT DO YOU WANT? TURN ON THE CAMERA. SHOW YOUR FACE.
G: HAVE YOU HEARD OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR, BJORK THE BLOOD GOD?
CL: I DOUBT YOU WENT THROUGH ALL THIS TROUBLE TO MOCK US. PERHAPS THE DEATH OF A COMRADE WILL MAKE YOU TAKE THINGS SERIOUSLY.
*CL GIVES HAND SIGNAL TO SUBORDINATE. SUBORDINATE SHOOTS LT. HYUUGA ONCE IN UPPER BODY AT POINT BLANK.
CL: GIVE US THE IMPERIAL WEAPONRY AND NOBODY ELSE HAS TO GET HURT.
G: WHAT? I WASN'T TOLD ABOUT IMPERIAL WEAPONRY. I'LL SEE IF I CAN BRING IT TO YOU.
CL: SEE THAT YOU DO. NOW. OR ELSE THE NEXT ONE GOES.
G: THE BLOOD GOD NEEDS MORE TIME TO MOVE THE WEAPONS! HE PUT THEM IN A VERY DISTANT PART OF THE BASE!
*CL SCREAMS INCOHERENTLY AND FIRES AT DOORWAY
CL: KILL THE REST!
*CL PULLS KNIFE, STABS THROAT OF TSGT-
You don't even have to read the rest, you saw how it played out after that with your own eyes.
: I know you're one of the more easily-angered in the squadron, but please, don't go beat the stuff out of him. Gods know he deserves it, but I don't want to see you get in trouble with the higher-ups too.

is it night right now
i'm assuming the flight back to base took an hour or two
if it's not night then i guess my character's just walking around base and never went into the barracks
« Last Edit: April 19, 2015, 02:15:47 AM by Gojira »

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*CL GIVES HAND SIGNAL TO SUBORDINATE. SUBORDINATE SHOOTS LT. HYUUGA ONCE IN UPPER BODY AT POINT BLANK.
can't copy/paste on 3ds so sorry for the double post but
yoU KILLED THE CUTE ONE