>>5138018Mistress Yuga came to a stop by your bed, sighing as she began to inspect you. The smoke bothered your battered lungs, but you said nothing. "The Zeta Candidate did all this? Impressive." Your Mistress said, admiration in her voice. The Commander of Gamma let out a huff, like the snuffling of a wild animal. "Left in this state and you giggle like children. No wonder a girl did this to you. Do I expect too much from my sons?" He asked the room, but you didn't answer. Neither did the pair of boys. He was a giant, the fancy clothes doing little to hide his daunting physique. His eyes linger on you for a moment, averting your own eyes you focused on your hands. "Come now Captain, thankfully nothing unfixable happened. We are still on schedule." The hulk of a man crossed over to his sons, taking a moment to examine their wounds one at a time. He shook his head in disappointment, grumbling undecipherable words.
Your Mistress examines you to a similar degree, prodding your ribs. "Well how about we get them to their rooms! And tomorrow we'll start again! I'll be sure to set Haruki straight so don't worry boys." The walk to your room was hard, the boys left you behind as their father marched them off. Mistress Yuga remains to escort you. The walk was awkward. Both of you said nothing, she'd walk a few feet then pause and wait for you to catch up. No one else was around, through the corridors you were led until she opened a door to usher you inside. The number 391 sat on the entrance, marking it as your own. Hobbling inside Yuga left you after insisting you rest. The room was large, another doorway led to what you assumed was a bathroom. You didn't have the strength to check. Weakly you crawled into bed, in the far corner was a large desk with a terminal set up on it. Books and your bag rested beside it. Mounted to a wall a thin tv sat.
>What do you do, Pilot?>What do you say? Write in.>Take a painkiller and rest up?>Try out the Tv?>Try out the Terminal?>Explore your room?>Do something else? Write in 