yellowthirteen | The Ninth Sortie (Action, Voice)

[Thirteen awoke early in the morning, as usual. He's still got that streak in him, and he got ready as though it was any other day. On his way to the living room, he passed by Goroh's bedroom, his door ajar. Unusual, considering they usually kept it closed to discourage Tao from getting inside. He knew Goroh wasn't around because of his kidnapping, but he figured maybe the racer had returned, so he quietly knocked and opened the door.

The room was empty. All of Goroh's belongings by now long gone, the room bare, as though no one had ever been there at all. ...Except, for that one thing painted on the wall. An arrow?

Thirteen walked over to it, and looked it over. Pointing down. He kneeled to the floor, and quickly noticed the loose floorboard at his feet. Prying it up a little bit, he discovered an envelope, presumably full of letters. Leave it to Goroh to figure out how to cheat the system. He of all people would be the one. The pilot quickly retrieved the envelope and opened it, finding several folded letters inside, each taped shut. One of them was addressed to him, so he opened it and read it over.

A mix of melancholy and amusement found its way into his voice as he chuckled lightly at the samurai's message. Still Goroh, even when he was gone. He was going to miss his friend, and knowing he'd probably never see him again hurt quite a bit, but... at least Goroh had a life, and a happy one at that, to go back to. He knew Goroh didn't really care for it here, so he got exactly what he wanted. Of all the ways for David to lose a friend, this was probably the best one he could hope for.

...Of course, this meant breaking the news to everyone else. That would be the hard part.

So... he'd start with Litchi. That was going to be the hardest one. And then he'd go around delivering Goroh's letters by hand to the people who they were addressed to. Dr. McCoy was hopefully at the medical center, and Buffy would hopefully be at the bar.

...And after that, he'd announce it over the journal system. For whoever else might care.

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To anyone who was acquainted with Samurai Goroh, he's been sent back to his own world. ...That is all.

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[There's a more genuine smile.]

I see. Well, then. Guess he wasn't messing with me in my letter. He told me to bring the entertainment center to you at the same time I gave you the letter. ...I figured he might've just been pulling one of his practical jokes to get me to move this massive thing across the village for no reason.

Oh! God--don't worry about it. [This five-foot-two woman waves a slightly dismissive hand.] I can totally handle it. I might have to make two trips, if that's cool with you? My arms are only so wide.

[...What.]

...Are you sure you don't need a hand with it? Moving it's not a big deal as long as I knew it wasn't a joke.

Well, it would cut down on the multiple trips--but, you know? No matter what Goroh said I wasn't just part of the combat school because my super cute looks and my charming way with people.

That would make sense. And I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Appearances mean little in a place like this, after all.

For all I know you could actually me a medieval tax collector.

I distinctly do not own a morningstar or a sufficently painful blunt object for that line of work.

No, I'm just a fighter pilot without his wings.

[Seriously suppressing a I can see your wings right there quip.] Morningstars are alright. But I totally prefer a good battle axe. It can be blunt or sharp.

[After delivering this cheery slice of middle aged weapons advice, Buffy shrugs.] Fighter pilot, though? That's pretty cool. [Then 'cause it has to be asked:] Are we talking an Earthly fighter pilot?

I'm not from Earth, but from everything I've researched... my world is similiar in techology, even in available fighter aircraft.

I fly for the Federal Erusian Air Force. I command the 156th Tactical Fighter Wing. We're best known as Yellow Squadron.

A commander? [A touch of being impressed.] I can't stand flying. It's a little--weird. But I guess it's gotta take guts to do that. Kudos.

Thanks.

Dare I ask what you do for a living that necessitates the use of a battle axe?

[Another slight shrug.] I slay vampires. Or, normally I slay vampires. Around here it just feels like I slay Third Party soldiers.

Couple of months ago, I would've thought you were nuts. ...Now though? I'm finding myself less surprised about things.

And I can't imagine there are too many vampires around worth slaying right now.

It's okay, when I was first told what I was? I also thought I was nuts. [One of those quirky Summers smirks.] There are a few vamps around but they're mostly not from my world which means they play a whole different ball game. Either they don't actually feed on humans or they've got souls or whatever. Shoves them a little too far out of my jurisdiction.

Sounds like a complicated affair. Probably makes military life look easier by comparison.

No, see? I haven't been there but a knew a guy who was military. It has its own brand of complications.

The top brass, for one.

[Probably sounded more bitter than he really meant it to. He's had a lot of time to reflect upon what Erusea did in that war. And of the actions of the generals after Farbanti was taken.]

Yeah. Riley's commanding officer had a total...psycho bitch problem. One where that's exactly what she was.

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