Aboard the Super Izumo, Earth-Orbit, THE FUTURE
Anemone had not gone to Homecoming, nor had she yet received a certain phone message. That was because for Anemone, only a month had passed since she left Fandom. She had no idea that in another place, it was almost Christmas, and another batch of students was about to arrive on the island she'd called home for so long.
Instead, she was standing tall, military-proud posture and hair clipped up in a manner that actually exposed her injection port as she stood in front of a group. "There's eighteen of you here today," Anemone began, trademark red-heels clicking against the floor of the Izumo as she walked past them, inspecting her new charges. Two of them were some of Dewey's former children, but she didn't snarl and they didn't look at her with the same mocking hate.
A lot had changed in three years.
"In one month, you will be twelve, then six," she continued. "You've all survived the trainings by UF Force, by Holland and Miss Hilda, but today you start over. I don't take recommendations of your previous flight instructors, and I'm not very good at playing by United Federation Force rules. If you want into Ageha Squad? You're going to play by my rules, and I say only the best touch my machines. These typeR505s here in the hanger are your life and your soul, and if I catch a single one of you not giving it the respect it deserves, you are out of this trial and never flying anything more challenging than a shuttle ever again. This is your only warning." Master Skywalker would be so proud of her.
"I'm not taking six individual all-star pilots, I'm taking wingmates. I want people who can depend on each other no matter what. You are supposedly the best of the best, now it's time to prove that you're more than a stick-jockey. So you'd best get to know these people, because your best bet of having that Ageha badge on your uniform in two months is to learn how to work together. Dismissed!" Anemone had to refrain from squealing in glee as they saluted her as a unit before dispersing.
"So. Cool." Okay, almost refrained from glee. She'd done pretty darn good for being, well, her. Anemone spun on her heels, looking up at the control booth. "Hey, Maria! How'd I do?"
"Not bad for your first time terrorizing people other than raw cadets, Warrant Officer," the response came over the PA, and the amusement in Maria's tone was evident. "But you're losing your touch; only six of them looked ready to faint from sheer terror at being in the same room as you."
"Meaaaaaaan." Anemone tossed her head with a sniff, an echo of an old habit. "I can't work with you people. I'm going to grab Gulliver and head down to the surface. I need to return some library books."
"I never thought you'd come back from that school even stranger than when you went in," Maria teased, and Anemone pulled a face at the booth containing her XO before skipping out of the hanger.
A little stranger, maybe, but Anemone didn't mind. It was in all the best ways.
[OOC: Open for calls or letters, sure.]
Instead, she was standing tall, military-proud posture and hair clipped up in a manner that actually exposed her injection port as she stood in front of a group. "There's eighteen of you here today," Anemone began, trademark red-heels clicking against the floor of the Izumo as she walked past them, inspecting her new charges. Two of them were some of Dewey's former children, but she didn't snarl and they didn't look at her with the same mocking hate.
A lot had changed in three years.
"In one month, you will be twelve, then six," she continued. "You've all survived the trainings by UF Force, by Holland and Miss Hilda, but today you start over. I don't take recommendations of your previous flight instructors, and I'm not very good at playing by United Federation Force rules. If you want into Ageha Squad? You're going to play by my rules, and I say only the best touch my machines. These typeR505s here in the hanger are your life and your soul, and if I catch a single one of you not giving it the respect it deserves, you are out of this trial and never flying anything more challenging than a shuttle ever again. This is your only warning." Master Skywalker would be so proud of her.
"I'm not taking six individual all-star pilots, I'm taking wingmates. I want people who can depend on each other no matter what. You are supposedly the best of the best, now it's time to prove that you're more than a stick-jockey. So you'd best get to know these people, because your best bet of having that Ageha badge on your uniform in two months is to learn how to work together. Dismissed!" Anemone had to refrain from squealing in glee as they saluted her as a unit before dispersing.
"So. Cool." Okay, almost refrained from glee. She'd done pretty darn good for being, well, her. Anemone spun on her heels, looking up at the control booth. "Hey, Maria! How'd I do?"
"Not bad for your first time terrorizing people other than raw cadets, Warrant Officer," the response came over the PA, and the amusement in Maria's tone was evident. "But you're losing your touch; only six of them looked ready to faint from sheer terror at being in the same room as you."
"Meaaaaaaan." Anemone tossed her head with a sniff, an echo of an old habit. "I can't work with you people. I'm going to grab Gulliver and head down to the surface. I need to return some library books."
"I never thought you'd come back from that school even stranger than when you went in," Maria teased, and Anemone pulled a face at the booth containing her XO before skipping out of the hanger.
A little stranger, maybe, but Anemone didn't mind. It was in all the best ways.
[OOC: Open for calls or letters, sure.]