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[log] Please Hello
He kept telling himself that look, hey, what? Did you expect Hunter life to be all glamor and epic battles from which you always emerged the victor? No, Comet, of course not, it was always going to be a lot of boring nothing most of the time, punctuated by slightly less boring and sprinkled with YES I HAVE DONE IT WE NOW HAVE A CANON THAT SHOOTS CUPCAKES wait maybe that wasn't the best idea.
It'd be better that way, after all. Less chance of becoming one of the casualties he used to see in the hospital.
But Reploids are fickle creatures and so even though Comet knew all of this logically, he was still slightly miffed that today's mission was a simple courier job. Simple, but extremely boring, especially since the package was heavy enough that they couldn't just fly back with it.
"They couldn't have given us a vehicle?" he groaned. It was his turn to carry the box, and while it was within his weight class, he couldn't fly. "This'd go much faster that way. Or, y'know, gotten one of the ground-based speedsters to do it?"
It was a nice day, at least. The package in question was a recovered batch of supplies from an old factory on the outskirts of the city. They'd gotten roped into it when Comet had overheard a superior officer talking, and he'd enthusiastically asked to see what it was, since after all one of his hobbies was ancient technology and he'd absolutely love to get his paws on--
And then the officer had interrupted him and informed him that if he was SO eager, he could go pick it up himself. Great.
It'd be better that way, after all. Less chance of becoming one of the casualties he used to see in the hospital.
But Reploids are fickle creatures and so even though Comet knew all of this logically, he was still slightly miffed that today's mission was a simple courier job. Simple, but extremely boring, especially since the package was heavy enough that they couldn't just fly back with it.
"They couldn't have given us a vehicle?" he groaned. It was his turn to carry the box, and while it was within his weight class, he couldn't fly. "This'd go much faster that way. Or, y'know, gotten one of the ground-based speedsters to do it?"
It was a nice day, at least. The package in question was a recovered batch of supplies from an old factory on the outskirts of the city. They'd gotten roped into it when Comet had overheard a superior officer talking, and he'd enthusiastically asked to see what it was, since after all one of his hobbies was ancient technology and he'd absolutely love to get his paws on--
And then the officer had interrupted him and informed him that if he was SO eager, he could go pick it up himself. Great.
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They all three filed in, and the debriefing went... well. Not as Comet had expected. He got reprimanded three times for sitting upside-down in his chair, and both he and Synth were chewed out for getting themselves into such hot water.
It was, eventually, a little too much for Comet.
"Hey! I know we were outnumbered and outclassed, but it wasn't like we walked into that, we were ambushed. It could have happened to anyone, and--"
"And you were clearly unprepared for that eventuality, hence why we sent in Arctic," said the Commander calmly.
"So would have anyone else! Any C-class or lower would have gotten completely overwhelmed by that! And you still haven't told us what we almost died to protect. Did I mention that? We almost died? "
Gone was the exuberance and (mostly) false cheer from earlier.
"E-rank Hunter Comet, sit. Down. Which, by the way, is now F-rank."
Comet's mouth hung open for a few seconds, then he slowly sat down, quietly whacking himself in the forehead crystal for being such a loudmouth. He still felt that he was right, they didn't deserve to have points off for that, but...
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Synth stared blankly at the Reploid. Was Arctic standing up for them after being so cold just a few minutes ago?
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"Ah," he said quietly. "Thank you."
To the commander, he spoke up. "I apologize for my outburst, sir."
And then he held his tongue.
"... very well, B-rank Arctic, I will take your words into consideration. To continue: the package has been delivered into the hands of our top scientists--"
Comet couldn't hide his wince.
"--and afterwards, if it has been determined to be not a threat, Hunter Comet may be permitted to examine it."
"Dismissed."
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"Given your ranks and your skills, you did as well as could be expected. That's all." Arctic gave a small shrug. "Go charge. Remember what I said about training." She headed off down the halls without another word.
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He was uncharacteristically quiet on the way back. First, it was finally starting to sink in that he'd almost died back there. Once he got past the coolness of surviving and them working together like that, it was scary as hell. And then the Commander's comments... even if Arctic had (weirdly? Unexpectedly?) stood up for him, that had still hurt. A lot.
Guess I'll have to be Mr. No Free Time for a while too... never good enough, I should have stayed a hospital tech, damn it all.
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He paused, rubbed the back of his head, and looks down. He doesn't want Synth to see how much that actually means to him.
"Thanks, Synth," he said at last, wishing that he could just give Synth a big hug for that (he still wasn't certain enough of where Synth's personal space boundaries were, exactly). "I needed that. I think I'll be ok, I just. Yeah."
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You fail to resist the urge.
He couldn't help it. It was sort of an awkward tackle-hug... thing.
"UhthankyouandalsoforsavingmyasstodayGOODNIGHT!"
And then he was off down to his berth like a shot. Because Feelings.
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He sort of was coming to like them, he admitted briefly before he plugged himself in.