
Fuck me… I hope those kids are OK…

Fuck me… I hope those kids are OK…
*Because the character I want to send Asuka’s way is currently busy, I will instead hijack the post with a cutaway.*
*In the back of a crowded restaurant, three figures talk, with a device of unknown origin resting on the table between them.*

So… this is from the ship you came in, then.

Yeah. Ouma stripped and sold what he could in order to get the warehouse and a lot of his stuff. I did, however, snag this, because it was a part I didn’t recognise. And despite the ship we went on being, well, fucking massive, I still recognised most of the parts, or at least had an idea of what function they served. This thing though…

Momota-kun and I… as well as Tojo-san, when she was still around… asked a lot of people about it, but nobody recognised it.

Hmm… I’ll pour through what I can on the scattered notes Future Foundation had on space travel… which isn’t much, certainly nothing practical, but if a similar blueprint for the item shows up, that’ll be useful.

In the meantime, however, I do have a potential job for the two of you…

We’re listening.

I guess so, yeah… *She switches on her phone.* It seems to be gone… might just be slow in coming back though.

<<I’m already sprinting there. Gonna kill every single one of them if they hurt my kids.>>

*Ryouko picks up one of the unconscious attackers* And get some info later, but yeah. It seems to be under control…

You’re the new security member, right? I’m Hina.

*Mahiru nods*

You don’t? Well we need to fix that then.

*Kotoko manages to keep the stun-gun in her hand, and crawls over to the downed gunman, before ramming it into his head*

Pr… pro… *Nagisa slumps to the ground in front of Misako*