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Kaname Chidori, age 16, has been living on her own ever since her father and younger sister moved back to New York sixteen months ago. Part of her figured she'd live alone in her apartment until she got married or something. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever imagine that she'd be forced to live on a military base.
Say goodbye to sleepovers with Kyoko. This whole moving business was something that she didn't even want to begin to explain to her best friend. She didn't bother to even try and explain it to her father. Instead, she just told him that there were problems with packages being stolen at her apartment complex and provided him with a PO Box to send letters to instead.
It was probably better if he and her young sister, Ayame didn't know what was going on, anyway. If they knew she was in sort of danger, they'd only worry. Her dad would probably move back to the US, and moving to this base was bad enough. She was still trying to come to terms with all of this, herself.
Goodbye, perfectly normal high school life.
Kaname shifts the box in her hands. Most of her things she had shipped off; they should already be in her room. But this box is filled with things that are special to her. Old family photographs -- especially ones of her mom. A few photo albums. Her childhood blanket. The Bonta-kun plush toy she's had ever since she was a baby. The box isn't exactly heavy, perse, but it's certainly large and unwieldy. That's part of the reason why she's having such a rough time carrying it.
Still, she's been walking around this base for ten minutes now, and she's still completely lost. And unfortunately for Kaname, her usual shadow, Sousuke Sagara, wasn't around. Thankfully, though, there's a figure up ahead.
"Hey!" Kaname calls out, as she quickens her pace. "Do you know where the dorms are?"
Say goodbye to sleepovers with Kyoko. This whole moving business was something that she didn't even want to begin to explain to her best friend. She didn't bother to even try and explain it to her father. Instead, she just told him that there were problems with packages being stolen at her apartment complex and provided him with a PO Box to send letters to instead.
It was probably better if he and her young sister, Ayame didn't know what was going on, anyway. If they knew she was in sort of danger, they'd only worry. Her dad would probably move back to the US, and moving to this base was bad enough. She was still trying to come to terms with all of this, herself.
Goodbye, perfectly normal high school life.
Kaname shifts the box in her hands. Most of her things she had shipped off; they should already be in her room. But this box is filled with things that are special to her. Old family photographs -- especially ones of her mom. A few photo albums. Her childhood blanket. The Bonta-kun plush toy she's had ever since she was a baby. The box isn't exactly heavy, perse, but it's certainly large and unwieldy. That's part of the reason why she's having such a rough time carrying it.
Still, she's been walking around this base for ten minutes now, and she's still completely lost. And unfortunately for Kaname, her usual shadow, Sousuke Sagara, wasn't around. Thankfully, though, there's a figure up ahead.
"Hey!" Kaname calls out, as she quickens her pace. "Do you know where the dorms are?"
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"Ahahaha, no. Not in the least! I think just about everyone I've met so far has been a pilot."
Present company excluded, as far as Kaname knows. For the moment, anyway.
"What kind of prototype are you guys testing?" she asks, glancing over at the brunette. Some kind of new military weapon or something?
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Our family run a research and design firm, so we're developing it as a joint project with the military. I'll spare you the full sales pitch, though. Unless you happen to have the ear of someone making budget decisions for any small militaries...?
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And if it was a special case, why had she been assigned to this base in particular?
"I'm afraid not," Kaname says with a smile. "I don't even know who's who here, let alone who's making the executive decisions."
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You'll probably run in to a lot of pilots, yeah. We tend to have more downtime between outings, where the support staff are more consistently busy. And of course, a lot of people with UG aren't in a regular chain of command, so who knows how they'll kill time?
There are some personnel directories and things like that, though, so you'll at least have an idea of who you're dealing with. We'll have to find out your level of access, but there's some information available even to total civilians.
I don't suppose you're a huge fan of robots and military hardware, and this is a dream vacation for you? Or, for that matter, people in uniform.
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Kaname forces a smile as he shifts her other hand back under the box. "But here I am," she says with a shrug. "I guess I'll just have to make the most of it."
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That's the spirit. Well, at least if you start to get cabin fever here, you can check out the Star Rose. Lots to do up there! And a team of pilots around your age just transferred in, too.
Old movies, huh? What's your favourite?
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That's a pretty good one, though. Not something I'd watch with a bowl of popcorn and my girlfriends over, but, you know. Powerful.
[Cathy pauses.]
These should be the dorms. Which are you?
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And then, suddenly, they've made it to the dorms, which just happen to be disguised as hotel rooms.
"28," she says, glancing up at a door with a gold '14' hanging from it. "So I should be right down the hall. I should be able to find my way from here, if you're busy."
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So you're a Godzilla fan, huh? They're kind of a guilty pleasure if you're a Jaeger fan too, but let me tell you...