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>Do it.
But-
>She'll be fine, she beat the shit out of you last time.
>Quit whining!
Alright, fine, fine, fine!
"Okay, I'll go help out..."
Nanoweaver nods, handing me a cardboard box. Astrolysis hops up from her seat as well, and so, now I'm going to be stuck with her for the next hour probably.
"Aw, this is going to be fun, isn't it, wirehead?"
I have no idea why she calls me that, even now.
"How's packing boxes fun for you when you can't even read the labelling?"
She shrugs, like the thought hasn't even crossed her mind.
"I dunno. I like feeling the glass under my fingers."
Nanoweaver waves us away.
"Alright, you two, settle down. There's only so much time in the day left."
And so the two of us head off to fourth branch of the medbay.
Back when everyone was running around in here, on some days you could get several of the wings full. The one that's currently still open isn't very big in comparison, but there's no point in keeping the whole place lit and running if it'll only burn power and there's not many training accidents any more.
"Here we are!" Astrolysis declares, the door sliding open with a click. If it wasn't automated, I imagine she would have pushed it open. Or punched it.
It smells like the usual medbay, but more faded. Less sweat too, given that there's nobody lying around.
The cabinets are pretty full, but I can see why Nanoweaver put it off until now - when you're not burning that many meds on a daily basis, there's not really a need to get it from storage. But one way or another, the rest of us are gonna go soon.
Astrolysis makes her way over to one of the cabinets, yanking the doors open and jostling the meds inside.
"Hey, don't spill those!", I shout as I put the boxes onto the floor.
"I gotcha, I gotcha, don't be such a worrywart!"
The process begins, with the boxes placed on the ground and us transporting the bottles in there. I'm hoping that Nanoweaver's not going to mind them being a bit disorganized, especially with Astrolysis cramming them in by the handful.
We continue to work in silence for a bit, surrounded only by the sounds of the clinking bottles and pills going into the boxes.
I'll say it feels off, working along someone like this.
Astrolysis was never particularly liked by many people, so she keeps to herself.
Kinda like me.
Occasionally she'd get a challenge from someone, who'd then get sent to medbay pretty soon after. Most've the cadets learned not to interact with her after that.
I'd be more partial to her if her usual form of interaction with others isn't trying to beat the shit out of them. Nickel's ended up friends with her mostly because the two of them are able to enjoy the mutual violence, which I'm not sure isn't most people. Even as a soldier, you still need rest, and I'm still surprised by how willing those two are to pay visits to the medbay. Maybe when Nanoweaver moves out of Site 70, she should go and make a lil' card for how many trips you take to the medbay. Call it the 'frequent fighters' card, heh.
But on that note, a question does spring to mind.
"So, what's your deal?", I ask her.
Everyone here has some kind of reason for staying. Whether it's being kept here against my will, people who want to help me out for one reason or another, or people who want to hold me back. We all have our reasons. Can't say I know exactly why some people do what they do. I mean, Diagram considers me a friend and so she probably wouldn't want to leave me behind, and I guess Nanoweaver sees me as something important, given that she made me. Then there's the people who have it out for me - Ozone, because she hates my guts, and Astrolysis, because she really enjoys my suffering.
But then there's people like Judicium. I don't get her. I don't really get anyone who tries to 'do things' for me, but end up just causing me more pain in the process. Why waste all of that effort?
I cast a look at Astrolysis as she 'hmms', clearly deep in thought. If there's one thing that she doesn't have, it's knowing when people are looking at her. That's kinda nice for blissful ignorance, though.
"I fight. That's about it."
Wonderful reply. And utterly predictable, too.
"Then why are you still here? If you wanted a fight, there's infinitely more people out there in the Weave. Not like being a Sector Boss holds you back from much."
Especially when she's technically not even qualified for the job and got it on a technicality.
She laughs. Laughs and smiles are what she has most of the time. When it's not that stupid persistent grin of hers, she's cackling like some kinda mental patient.
>She got laid, maybe? That's probably why she's so happy.
Laid out on the ground? Hard to imagine Nickel being able to knock Astrolysis flat anyway. Even if Nickel was leveraging Astrolysis' weight for that, it doesn't really bring to mind the image of someone being 'laid out', getting decked in the jaw. But if she's happy because she got into a particularly great bout, that would make sense.
"'Cause you're here, that's why!"
Good to know that everyone has it out for me, then.
"Why me? While I'm going to hand your ass to you eventually, there's probably..."
"There's what, little lady?"
She cut me off! "I thought you were going to be the most badass soldier in the facility? If so, then hell yeah, I'm going to get in on that action! Why would I go anywhere else when there's a fighter like you around? I'd just be gamblin' on whether there's someone that strong out there, and I haven't met anyone else like that yet!"
There's a pause as a monstrous grin crosses her face.
"Unless you think you're gonna get beaten by someone?"
...Bah!
I change the topic.
"If Nickel left for the Weave, wouldn't you go with her?"
She shakes her head.
"Nah. Lil' Nickel has her own thing going on. Ain't my job to follow her around. She just happens to be the most entertaining person around here. Right now, anyway."
I guess entertainment's hard to come by when you're blind and generally not into intellectually minded pursuits.
Hah. Did you know once, Diagram tried to read storybooks to Astrolysis? Diagram told me about her 'little idea' to improve Astrolysis' engagement with things that don't involve violence. Props to her, though, at least she didn't end up destroying the poor books. Instead she kept persistently asking questions about why the characters in the stories didn't just resolve everything through violence, though I'm not quite sure Astrolysis got the message.
The thought just brings me to another question
If the two of them aren't that attached to the hip, then why do they fight each other so often?
"So... how come Nickel's entertaining to you?"
The packing stops for a moment as she's overcome with loud laughter, echoing off of the walls.
"Ha ha! So many questions from such a little lady!"
...I'm practically double Nickel's size.
"It's because Nickel's always making new stuff to challenge me. When we're fighting, she goes off, does her own thing, comes back, and she's got a whole new plan in mind. Isn't it wonderful, having someone who's always making things more fun?"
So there's an element of improvement to it. Having a partner that can match you's always great... but it was never like that for me I suppose. Sis was never partial to duels. Bloody narcissist, thinking she's so much better than all of us... can't blame me for accepting Astrolysis' invitations sometimes, when I'm desperate to punch something. It pisses me off. For a long time, it felt like I was in the worst place - good enough that nobody else wants to fight me, but no good enough that I can beat everyone. Training by yourself's bloody tough, and Diagram isn't well suited for a partner.
"What do you think of the Sector Bosses, then? The other ones."
She snorts.
"Eh. Those oldies fight like they're always one step away from death. Sure, they can beat me, but they fight all very similarly, it's like the main difference between 'em is what weapons they're carrying. No fun. I can twist their arms behind their backs and they won't so much as shout."
A finger gets jabbed into my shoulder.
"You, though? You're like a little grenade. Can never tell where your bits are going to fly when someone pulls your pin, hahaha! You should fight me more."
She sure loves trying to pull limbs off of my body, that's for sure.
More medicine's packed away. Most of this crap's stuff I never see Nanoweaver use. When you heal this quickly, guess there isn't much for doctors to do.
For some reason, the air changes. Astrolysis continues to blab on, but it sounds almost like she's reminiscing about something.
"...Ya know, things weren't this fun before you came around. When I was part of the youngest generation, everything was so much less fun. Something happened a few months later, when me and Nickel were still cadets, and it was like a switch turned on. No more easy cruising. Couldn't see shit, but Nickel was quieter during those times."
...What? What's she even talking about?
She continues to ramble on, even without me saying anything.
"Then, a while after that, the funny guy in the hat arrived, and things got a lot weirder after that. Weirder but also better. It was great, after the hat guy came! Then you were born some time after that, and things around here got way more entertaining than before."
I don't even know anyone around here who wears a hat besides a helmet, and I don't think those count.
She sighs, like she's suddenly channelling a bit of Diagram's daydreaminess.
"Your generation was my favourite generation to duel! You were all so... feisty. Kept getting back up. I would've loved to keep fighting that thick-headed sister of yours, but she never accepts my duels."
She slaps my shoulder, practically tipping me over.
"But you're the one left, so I've been looking forward to our fight all the damn time! And don't forget, I've got something for you when it happens!"
Guess she hasn't forgotten about that gun she's going to make for me. I'm not sure how she's even going to design one, let alone manufacture it.
But for a moment there, she wasn't just sputtering the usual about how she wants to rip my arms off or something.
Hell. If she's this talkative, maybe I can coerce her into spilling something. But the question is what? And if there's any strategies I should employ while doing it.
Astrolysis hoists up one of the boxes. The rest of them aren't quite full, so I continue to pack the meds inside.
"You sit still, wirehead! I'm going to bring one of these over to the good doc."
Ah, crap, she's gone.
She'll be back to carry more eventually, but... while she's gone, maybe we could prod at some of what she said before when she comes back.
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