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Prosthetics? She opened her mouth, but the thoughts she had to stay remained on the tip of her tongue. She eyed his arm with a mixture of sudden understanding, awe, and a bit of nervousness. He seemed... quite proud of it? Maybe he lost it in a battle or something heroic and wow- he did it on his own? But she... Suddenly, the weight of her own robotic leg became apparent to her, and the emotional baggage it came with. Ignore it. Instantaneously, she beamed widely.

"Oh! Me? Well-" She tried to suppress a giggle and gave a dismissive wave. "I mean, nothing as cool as robotics!" She paused a beat, and then continued. "I specialize in hair! Cutting, coloring, styling. Sometimes I do other things. I mean- doesn't seem that useful here but- Trolls still need haircuts in space, right?" Elidae said with a loud, yet somewhat unnerved laugh, echoing her thoughts from earlier that reassured she would be welcomed into the military. Though it wasn't as if she was entirely incapable of combat.


Kimbley Kitty

"Let's explore all of it!" Lorata threw in, linking her arm with Scorpa's free one to finish out the chain of Sirens. "The more familiar we are with our base of operations the better!" She was brimming with excitement and pride all her own, unable to keep the smile off her face. To be here, in uniform and all together and about to go into space, was as good as any story she could have imagined up.

And even beyond that, the promotions Scorpa and Flydra had gotten! Lorata had promised the world heroes. What better sign could there be that she was on the right track than having two of her dearest friends already at the Lieutenant level? It couldn't even bother her that they outranked her for now. It wouldn't long at all until they were all climbing through the ranks. She was just so proud!

"I especially want to see where your offices will be!"

Doutei

Yamashii

quite uneventful

Mera stepped in with so much on her mind. Well, stepped in for real. Not long after her first walk-in, pulling on her uniform and all, she was assigned her lieutenant and was requested for a chat. She could almost see the ghost of herself come in and leave once more. A corporal then. Now...sergeant. Plus the Lightseekers. Plus...very imporantly right now...active daywalkers on the ships. Mera didn't know what to do with that. She was barely keeping it together over two large, somewhat conflicting, responsibilities. And now this? Very unexpected. Definitely not advertised. How many trolls were in the know? Like Lightseekers volunteering... She should at least check with Nucleo and Amonee. But where? Oh. She was a sergeant now. Those had offices, right? Maybe she could see them there... But surveillance. Hm.

At face value, Mera was milling about, but inside she was trying not to have a meltdown. So much, so much. Maybe too much.

As her thinkpan went on and on, she heard a familiar voice. A laugh. She turned, to see familiar horns and poofy hair. Genuine surprise made her stop dead in her tracks. "Elidae?"

Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi had just gotten her new (maybe) spacesuit from the quartermaster, as well as all sorts of new military gear, and was feeling... mixed. She jumped out of airplanes for fun. Her Moirail was Leeroi. She was no stranger to being fearless and aggressive, and it was great. But space... The military... all of this... was different.

I'll get used to it. she reassured herself, I just need to break it in a little. It wasn't as though she could have had any expectation of anything else, unless she'd somehow wanted to stay an intern forever. Haha, no. This was the only way to go, really. This, and higher education, and more internships and experience.

Walking into the main area, Psykgi looked around. Gosh, but there were a lot of trolls she knew. She supposed that was just how it went on Alternia - eventually, you were just left with the ones that survived along with you. And you either want to hug them, murder them, or ignore them.

Cases-in-point: there was Leeroi, right there flirting with... Oh gosh, was that Elidae? It had been a while - she needed to catch up. She needed to say hi to both of them, honestly, but she'd give them space and nudge them later because that was adorable oh my gosh.

There were Lorata, Scorpa, and Flydra. She wanted to get in good with them and be friends (she hoped) so she should probably approach them anew in her shiny new uniform at some point.

There was Eridia... Uuuughhhh.... Being, apparently, Eridia-as-usual. ******** talking to herself or something. I really don't want to deal with her right this moment, but I'll probably have to later. Psykgi thought. She kind of fell into the 'murder' category. Gonna leave that to later, oh my gog. She thought. She was not in the mood for her drama... or an altercation of that nature without her lusus handy.

And then there were a few she didn't know - an orangeblood, a tealblood...

I really should go and find the lieutenant I'm assigned to. she thought, idly brushing back the dyed strands of her hair, But I also kind of... don't feel like it just yet.

So she went to the second-lowest blood in the room instead. "Hello, hello!" she said, approaching Nahori cheerfully, "I'm Corporal..." The rank sounded strange in her mouth. Another thing to get used to. "Psykgi Mentha! What about you?"

Cpl. Psykgi Mentha

"Oh my gosh, it's nice to meet you too, Nahori!" A glance at the orangeblood's rank told her that she actually outranked them... but if the other one wasn't going to introduce themselves by rank, then she wouldn't either. Not right now, anyway - they were just talking after all! Plus, technically everyone outranked her caste-wise so... why bother pulling it on an orangeblood?

"Are you excited about this whole goshdarned thing?" she asked her, "I sure am!"

Well, okay, not that excited. Slightly terrified, actually. Still uncomfortable. But at the same time, the doors that could be opening in front of her! What a time of opportunity...

...

If she survived, haha!

Cpl. Psykgi Mentha

"Neither did I!" Planetside girl, that was her. That was supposed to be her.

But, gosh, I'm going to do it. I'm going to go to space. Don't really have a choice in the matters so I'm going to be excited because that is what it is!

"Oh, I don't know!" That was a good question, actually. She couldn't bring her lusus with her... Not officially, anyway. Ma'am would find some way to do it, if she knew how her lusus 'thought' and you couldn't really stop a swarm of cockroaches from doing anything that it put its/their hivemind to. Still, for all the comfort that having her Ma with her would give her, it could get her in trouble even if there were only a few roaches. The brooch in her pocket would have to suffice. Still, being away from her lusus, her main safety fallback, was a problem. She didn't want to be away from her - or at least from her Ma's main bulk - for long. "I feel like they're going to be short missions, though. Send us to the place, send us back? None of us are trained for proper space travel, so... Well, we're probably only going to get a taste of it!"

Which was... actually reassuring.

Cpl. Psykgi Mentha

"So I heard! I don't know how that's going to work out..." volunteers could make things tricky... or interesting. Like the wistfulness that she read on the orangebloods face. Wistfulness for what, though? "But even if they aren't in space with us, maybe they'll make our lives a little easier."

The military would find some way to use them, right?

"We'll probably be better prepared, you know... if they are coming with us." she thought for a moment, "So maybe not."

After all, the military would want to demonstrate that joining up was preferable to being uncommitted to the empire. All good little trolls joined the military - and Psykgi knew all too well how persuasive the military's presence could be. One could only resist joining for so long.

Cpl. Psykgi Mentha

"It usually does - teamwork means less work, thats what my lusus always says!" well, Ma'am phrased it slightly differently, but that was the basic gist.

But what kind of question was that? This was Alternia. They were in the military. They might not be going out to fight an alien foe or anything - to Psy's knowledge - but getting hurt was a part of life. And, if Psy had learned anything from the big ol' military-sponsored get togethers, there was probably going to be fire and stress.

"... Well, gosh, that sure is possible. But lets just make sure its not us." Psykgi said, trying to be reassuring without giving the other troll a pat on the back. It was hard - Psy liked to communicate through touch, but just how much was appropriate here?

Meh, whatever.

"And, if it is us, she added, "Not too badly."