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[sturmhond]

[ The comment about height raises a smile. Apparently Dagger's reputation goes before him.

But Sturmhond raises an eyebrow, then. ]

We, meaning what? The CDC as a whole?

[retry]

[ Rumor has it. She set her mind to collecting them after all. Each piece of crumb could prove useful. ]

Whoever deals with strategy and coordination. Yourself and?

[sturmhond]

Blue Team. [ He gestures to his cuff, lit with blue lights. ] That’s me. The others are Orange and Green, which are reconnaissance and defence, respectively. At least that’s the idea.

[retry]

Does it always work out so neatly?

[ Considering the few new ones she spoke with, not many came willingly. Drafted soldiers tend to be more trouble than they're worth. ]

[sturmhond]

I would call very little of it neat.

[ But then he's a perfectionist, and the CDC don't exactly manage their recruitment the way he would.

She's right. They bring in people by trickery and deceit. It doesn't make for a very reliable army. ]

But we've managed, so far. I'm glad to see fresh blood around the place.

[ That's going to be a very unfortunate statement tomorrow, when there's actually dead bodies around the place. ]

[retry]

I signed up with both eyes wide open, for what it's worth.

[ And she'll even be nice and not haunt him with that unfortunate statement in the coming days. Not too much at least. ]

Did you?

[sturmhond]

[ A smile tugs at one half of his mouth. ]

Obviously. I don't take a job unless I know the specifics. Otherwise, it's a wasted effort.

Not a philosophy that's shared by everyone, I know.

[retry]

Wasted effort?

[ That's a strange way of putting it, for a human, but she doubts anyone is as simple as appearances would suggest, here of all places. ]

Some were not given that privilege.

[sturmhond]

I know.

[ Which he doesn't comment further about. He might be pro-CDC, but he's not going to defend a policy he blatantly disagrees with. People should be agreeing under full disclosure or they shouldn't be here. They're nowhere close to reliable, otherwise. ]

Consent is important to them. The means of achieving it seems to be less so, but either way they have mine. And yours as well, it would seem.

[retry]

[ Another thing they agree upon. Drafted soldiers are problematic. Amber grins anyway, forgetting whatever serious matters they discussed just a moment ago to pump her fist like a schoolgirl. Yes. ]

Jia you! Ganbatte! As they say~ We'll do our best, hm?

[sturmhond]

[ He lifts his eyebrow at that reaction. Very exuberant. Still, he smiles.

She seems to have her head on straight. ]

Generally speaking, yes.

You're the first person I've seen so excited by the thought.

[retry]

At the thought of destroying worlds?

[ Mincing words? Ain't nobody got time for that. But Amber is pretty much ambivalent about whatever tasks assigned to her, be it widescale massacre or blowing up planets, as long as it ensures her own survival. Contractor mind. It's convenient. ]

There are worse occupations to be had.

[sturmhond]

[ Are there? Sturmhond only watches her. He accepts what they're asked to do here, but he doesn't relish it in this way. ]

I suppose there are. Good to see someone who'll get the job done, at least.

[ She might be one to watch, though. He wants people who'll do their job, but not people who enjoy killing. Only time will tell which of those she is. ]

[retry]

[ Enjoying something implies she has the capacity to feel more than basic instincts of survival, which she has only begun to relearn. But killing never made her feel much, either disgust or elation. Murder without purpose is empty. But the end justify all means.

Amber nods with a smile. ]

I don't leave things half-finished. [ Or she dies trying not to. ]

[sturmhond]

[ He nods, thoughtful. ]

Neither do I.

You'll do well here, I imagine.

[retry]

[ Amber does a military salute, perfectly executed, though the effect's muted by the giggle that follows. ]

I'll see you around.