Your teams, Garuda and Beowulf, currently stand in Lieutenant Hayate's office, at attention. It's clear she's not keeping you waiting because you are in trouble, but is more finishing reading the reports you had filed. The bandages under your dress uniform feel weird against the soft fabric, but you try not to move too much, the cracked rib from a couple of days ago still painful. Doctor Shamal, the Riot Force head medic, stated she wanted to wait until later today to use healing magic on it, to see if your own magically enhanced body would start healing faster on it's own.

You can't personally tell, but then again it could be worse. Those magical bullets could have actually tore through you instead of simply bruising you thoroughly and cracking a rib.

Hayate finally clears her throat, bringing your attention away from the pain in your chest. "I have read all your reports, and have nothing but praise for all of you. It is clear you were sent into a situation much more dangerous then we thought, and preformed admirably at that. To only sustain light wounds among your team against a deadly foe is a thing to be proud of." she said. She knew she didn't mean just you, as most of your team was hiding bandages under their clothes, though your near end at the hands of Gretel still irks the samurai spirit in you.

"As such, I would like to advise you that your training will be accelerated, and you all will be placed as a proper unit under Stars and Lightning. As of right now, Squadmember Moriyama, step forward." she said, standing up.

Doing so, she nodded. "As of right now, your entire squad is promoted to full mage status. You are hereby, with the power entrusted to me, given rank of Sargent, with what that includes. You are also hereby given command over Garuda and Beowulf. What say you, Sargent Moriyama?"

> Accept, and be humble
> ACCEPT WITH GREAT HOTBLOOD
> Try to decline
> Write in.

>>31298553
>>> Accept, and be humble
A Samurai must be humble, that is the basis of Bushido or something.

Try to smile at Hayate too, make a good impression to your new official commander.

>>31298407
>>31298553
> Accept, and be humble
> Write in.
"Thank you, ma'am. I hope I don't disappoint you." "Also I would like to ask if me and my team could have access to the armory to improve our combat effectiveness."

>>31298644
>>31298657
"Thank you Ma'am. I hope I don't disappoint you." you say, smiling a little, but keeping it humble. It would not do to boast so quickly, after all. She smiles and nods back to you. "I do have a small request, that my team be able to get some upgrades from the armory. If we are to be fighting cyborgs and kami know what else, we need to gear up as such."

Hayate smiles more. "As expected from a good leader. I'll be glad to let you know that your devices are set to be upgraded after lunch. You are to report to the Device Lab at 1400 to turn in your devices for maintence and upgrading. You will be given a small list of upgrades to decide from for each person."

You nod. "That is more then sufficient, ma'am. Thank you again." you say before stepping back. You glance down at the pocket watch in your pocket, knowing it's not Raijin's fault for what happened, but knowing both of you needed to be stronger for the coming fights.

"As that is currently all I have for your group, you are dismissed for the day. Just remember to be in the Bay by 1400. I know our techs don't like being kept waiting. Oh, and Moriyama-kun, Shamal said she needed to see you at your earliest convenience for your ribs."

Nodding again, you file out with your team. It is currently 1000.

> What do?
>> Go directly to see Shamal
>> Talk to a team mate (Write in which one, as well as what to talk about)
>> Talk to someone else (Write in who)
>> Relax somewhere
>> Write in.

>>31298808
>Shamal

>>31298808
>Go directly to see Shamal
Then after ward we'll go to the techs

>>31298167
Joke question: is there going to be a crossover with the FORCE quest

>>31298808
>Shamal

So, transpace guard?

>>31298833
>>31298917
>>31298987
(Answer is no, not right now. This is obviously going on a VERY wild tangent away from that, but you may meet a very different Thoma.)

Nodding to yourself, you head towards the med labs. Might as well get the doctor's visit over with.

A short, five minute walk later, as the elevator was down, you reach her workspace. Knocking lightly, she waves the door open for you, smiling. "Ah, Moriyama-san. Glad you could come so soon." she said, waving you over to her examination table. "How is your chest?" she asks as you pull off your uniform shirt carefully.

> Hurts a lot. You're not sure if it's actually healing
> About the same.
> A bit less. Hurts when I move too much, but just kind of dull otherwise.

>>31299032
No. Just TSAB. Sadly, as I stated yesterday in my Q&A, this quest will have little to No interaction with that plot line as I have a specific story to tell, and feel that would muck that up far too much.

>>31299261
> A bit less. Hurts when I move too much, but just kind of dull otherwise.
"I really haven't done much though."

>>31299401
"I haven't been doing much, like you requested, so it's gone from near blinding to kind of a dull ache. I mean, it spikes when I bend over, but that's about it." you say as she scans you, her ring glowing green as she passes it over your chest, the wraps finally fallen.

Looking down, you see bruising that is finally starting to finish yellowing and fade, a reminder of the assault your barrier jacket protected you from. Your mind races to the sight of it splintering and ripping as it fought to keep you armored against the punishing fire from that machine gun. Shaking yourself from it, you see Shamal look on you, clearly worried. "Moriyama-san, while your scan shows that I can finish healing you up, which is a good idea given you may be going back on duty again, but I'm worried about the effect the attack may have had on you..."

> What do you tell her?
>> I'm fine, just, shaking off a bad memory
>> It does bug me a bit, but I need to work through it on my own
>> It scares me, and I have trouble sleeping
>> Write in

>>31299737
(Advisement, I'll be out for a bit picking up pizza. Should be back in no more then half an hour)

>>31299737
> It does bug me a bit, but I need to work through it on my own

I was invited to go get free chinese food so I might not come back for a while. This quest seems good so far. I like it.

>>31299737
>>>> It does bug me a bit, but I need to work through it on my own

>>31300076
"It does bug me a bit...but I feel the need to sort it out first before I talk about it." you tell her. She nods and smiles, still looking worried, but understanding.

"Take your time, Moriyama-san. It was your first taste of real combat. If you weren't bothered I'd be more worried about you." she tells you, patting your shoulder as her other hand glows green, the ache in your chest starting to fade away, as do the bruises. A minute or so later you feel good as new. "I wanted to make sure the bone was healing properly before accelerating the process. Don't need it repairing wrong and have to recrack it." she told you.

You still kind of wish she could have done that earlier.

Thanking her again, and shrugging on your shirt and jacket, you check Raijin for the time. It's almost lunch time.

> Get some light training in?
> Head to the cafeteria to eat first
> Find someone to talk to (Write in who)
> Other

>>31301022
> Get some light training in?

Free Chinese food was moved back a couple hours. So I have more time for quests.

>>31301022
Forgot to add that if you choose training, what/how to train is needed

>>31301286
Lets do bow and gun target practice

>>31301218
>>31301363
Stretching, you head back to your room for a short bit before going to the shooting range. Down there you see Justin and Pat down there, practicing their own marksmanship as well. They nod to you as you grab a quiver of the arrows available and take a stand next to Justin. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus and center yourself, you look at the featureless target, trying not to think about the people you caught, or the cyborg twins.

Those thoughts slowly drain away as you calm your breathing to an almost still, finally drawing an arrow and knocking it, looking down as you do so, eyes closing as you try to reach that perfect focus.

>Please roll 1d100+30. I will take the first three rolls as shots.

Rolled 60 + 30

>>31301658

Rolled 45 + 30

>>31301658
Time for Archerman!

Rolled 80

>>31301658

Rolled 100 + 30

>>31301658
Again!

>>31302265
>>31302298
Well.

Wonder if OP counts only ones with proper modifiers?

>>31301726
>>31302180
>>31302265
Taking a breath, you snap up, releasing the arrow as you were trained. It sails through the air, whistling a little before thudding into the target, slightly to the left of the center.

Lowering your bow and drawing the next arrow, you try to feel the arrow and the bow with your mind, trying to make the bow an extension of yourself. Snapping up again, you find you release too soon, the arrow embedding itself into the other side of the target, farther away from the center then the first.

You try not to get agitated, the sound of the others still practicing and barely paying attention to you helping you focus again. This time you don't try to force it, knocking the arrow smoothly as you take a few breaths, focusing on the feel of the grip in your hand, of how you want it to be one of your powerful stunning bolts taking out both of those horrible twins. Raising the bow smoothly, you release the arrow.

It sails through the air, shooting through the bulls-eye, embedding to it's fletching. You smile with satisfaction, knowing now that as long as you don't force it, the ability will come with time...you just hope it will be fast enough.

After putting your stuff away, you join everyone for a light lunch before heading to the Device Labs. As the door slides open, you are greeted by Kylie...as well as the one thing that has been on you mind all week.

Alice, still sleeping in her tank.

>End Wonderland Wars I

>>31303063
I do hope this small snapshot helped bring interest back around. I'll be trying to run on Sundays, if only every other week at worst.