[X] "Yes, my registration must've encountered an error or something."
"Very well. I'll also register stun grenades as equipment you have authorization for, as M16 would've wanted." instead of typing all that information into the datapad by hand, the file seems to be constructing by itself without any direct input. At the same time, StG's gaze became slightly distanced. Clearly, it doesn't take much of a T-doll's processing power to connect and interact with such a device, even wirelessly. Yet she preferred to perform more simple inputs by hand as demonstrated earlier. "There, done. You may now resupply and perform maintenance, you look like you could use some."
The commanding officer gave you a light smile, one that despite how kindly she was treating you till now didn't seem like she puts on that often. It went pleasingly smooth, gaining the benefits of a Griffin affiliated T-doll while not relinquishing your will to their command. This way, you should be able to disobey any direct order given by command as it suits you. Of course, they will not be moved by your lack of faith and loyalty, but what they don't know can't hurt them.
"You can go ahead to the other girls, I still have some things to report." reassured Garand as you looked at her, seeming satisfied with your side of the report. With your part done, you can finally go take some care of yourself. Before you take your leave, you...
[ ] Nod to StG and Garand.
[X] Salute to your new superior.
[ ] Promptly say your thanks to StG.
Your sentiment is returned and you stride off. You can see your comrades in another corner of the church, all hunkered down around a pile of rations and snacks alike. Some pulled over a chair, some sat on the further away benches, and some settled for sitting on the ground with something soft to cushion their bottoms. As you approached, Astra noticed and hailed your arrival, currently munching on some chocolate pudding.
"Veresk! Join us! You must be hungry!"
"Yeah, join us before the best stuff is gone. You already passed up on the pudding and lollipops."
Skorpion explained, biting down on a biscuit herself. You can tell why the pudding's out, most of the shorter dolls had their appetite set on it hours ago, and the handgun cause them to race for it. As for the lollipops however, you can only look to the shotgun casually leaning back in her chair, feet kicked up and hands behind her head. Her mouth was filled with two lollipops simultaneously, with an expression that spelled utter relief and an unwillingness to move even a muscle for the next couple of hours. She hid her exhaustion well on the trip here, but now she looks like a corpse. At least she's recovering.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Dig in!" encouraged AAT, going through another cup of pudding.
"Gee, for an idol you sure let yourself go with food." teased Astra.
"Y-you take that back! I need to eat a lot to grow!"
While they bicker, you take a closer look at the pile to weight your options. There sure is quite the selection of snacks, and while it's beyond you how Griffin can spare such treats for an outpost this far out, you can hardly complain. The true question is, what will satisfy your stomach this evening?
[ ] Candy bar
[ ] Chocolate pudding that Astra promised to save you
[X] Strawberry cake
[ ] Corn biscuits
[ ] Actual military rations
[ ] Gummy bears
[ ] Chocolate donut
[ ] Blind pick!
Your mouth nearly waters at the treat in your hands, no matter whether it's good or not, your body will convert it to energy and get rid of that terrible feeling called hunger. It would seem like an odd concept, disposable machines like them capable of feeding on and tasting common human food. Outfitted with internal bioreactors, T-dolls can convert the nutrients into disposable energy, and that in a very human-like way. It seems great length have been taken to craft dolls into the image of humans as closely as possible, and although it's inconvenient at times, right now as your mouth is fill with what your stomach craved for hours, you can only be glad in the moment.
Your taste buds may be overflown at the moment, but at the corner of your eye you can't help but notice something, something close, as if reaching out from behind you. A pair of hands, holding a long thin stripe that seems to be used for measurements. You turn your head fully at the owner of those hands, to see it's once again Type-64. Once again she managed to sneak up on you and get into your personal space too, though you were distracted this time. Her gaze seemed focused and thoughtful, as if not even registering you staring at her, or oh so rudely disturbing your snack time.
[X] "Um… can I help you?"
[ ] "Excuse me, what are you doing?"
[ ] "... Could you not?"
"Oh, I was just getting measurements, Miss Veresk."
"Measurements?"
"Seeing how damaged your attire is, I will need do a lot of reconstructing to restore it, and getting exact measurements will make it easier to get the right amount of material to do so."
"Hey, what about our clothes?" AAT voiced.
"Miss Veresk's attire is visibly in the worst condition, and in this instance it's most effective to deal with the most severe case before moving on to the lesser ones."
They were about to argue, but it seems they did not expect a justified and logical response. They fell silent and continued to munch on their treats. It reminded you just in how much of a pitiful state your clothes have gotten into after this rough day. You look to the side to see Type-64 brought along some equipment suitable for her task, including a mirror. In its current position it reflects your upper body, which is clad in a torn and draped [X] Dark kevlar poncho, silver lined with a hexagonal pattern that would've given anyone the impression of a T-doll that's been through a war zone. If she fails to restore it, you could always requisition a new set from your new friends at Griffin command. They do have nice uniforms now that you think about it, though you could ask for pretty much anything that can be worn.
"I-I don't mind. Take as long as you need." FN-49 voiced, silently sipping from her cup. Her dress was probably second in line for restoration, more because it seems easily damaged than having been through a lot.
"Well then, let's get a direct number on your height…" She says as she stretches the band from the ground to the top of your head. She hums as she compares the numbers, connecting the lines between your height and where it lay on the scale. She smiles as she confirms her observations and says:
[X] "You sure you weren't slouching down? No? Ok~" (very short)
[ ] "Eheh, I've seen shorter." (short)
[ ] "Hmm… just like a little sister…" (below average)
[ ] "Hey, we're almost the same height!" (average)
[ ] "Someone's been eating their greens, eheh~" (above average)
[ ] "A bit on the taller side, hm?" (tall)
[ ] "Phew, I could barely reach that far!" (very tall)
The comment did little to phase you. It's not like it changed much from the height you were constructed with, one can only grow so fast in that amount of time.
"Would you hold out your hand for me?"
You comply, letting her measure the length and width of your arm, examining it for damage as well. It may be getting in the way of you eating, but you're in no hurry.
"How do you like it here Miss Veresk? It's cozy, isn't it?" MP5 said to pass the time.
"You've certainly made yourself at home." Skorpion remarked.
"If anyone made herself at home it's AA12. If there was a couch she'd lay crashed on top of it." AAT snickered, sneaking a look at the laid back Shotgun that barely reacted, but she wasn't quite in lala land yet.
"And if there was a stage, you'd be posing all over it." she replied, lollipops still in mouth, not even opening an eye to see her reaction.
"Well, and idol's gotta practice!" the MG T-doll retorted.
"Straighten your leg please." another request from the friendly SMG that you promptly grant, allowing her to take better measurements of your lower body. All the while she keeps it strictly professional, only touching when necessary. She might come across the damage on your legs from that fall, that would be a funny story to tell.
"M-m-miss Veresk? Where's Miss M1 Garand?" inquires the only other rifle T-doll trying to keep to herself. She doesn't seem as much worried as curious, as are the other dolls.
"She's still reporting to StG44."
"Hm? What's there to report this much about? Couldn't she just transfer over the combat data?" Astra wondered aloud.
"In serious operations like these, reports are to be delivered thoroughly and in person. You wouldn't know, you haven't been part of such big operations before." Skorpion explained. You could hear a faint hum of agreement from AA12, and the other dolls believed the information. They seem to be speaking out of experience.
As the conversation subject grew thin and calm slowly took it's place, only the sound of food being crunched by teeth remaining, you stand there in the circle of your comrades with time to kill and some questions that have been plaguing your mind. This is a ripe opportunity to ask, especially with the adjutant of the base's commander currently measuring your thighs. What is your inquiry this time?
[X] "How come this outpost is being led by a T-doll and not a human commander?"
[ ] "This kind of food... this isn't common in Griffin, is it?"
[ ] "This place is being run by only 4 T-dolls? What's up with the two outside?"
[X] "What kind of equipment is accessible here?"
[ ] Write-in.
Right now you've got time for 2 questions.
