cadets Sibel Neuer and Mindy Hatono drop into simultaneous bows. They're both even wearing a full set of dress whites.
"Valkyrie Sanchez, I am here on behalf of the crafty— uh, crafting class to deliver an invitation," the president of the Crafting elective class intones, her solemn atmosphere damaged by the slight slip.
You give an awkward smile and nod back as formally as you can. They sure are crafty; they learnt pretty quickly that you were not someone to turn tail and run from a reasonable request. You might turn it down, but teleporting away from someone just trying to talk to you is just rude, so you've forced yourself to stay around and listen as long as they aren't being obnoxious. Now they've changed their approach to be polite and unobtrusive. How crafty. They aren't aggravating, not really, but their enthusiasm, it's way too strong for you. At least this time it's just two members on the lookout for you.
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Uncharacteristically remaining serious, Sibel nods solemnly.
"Under my role as the deputy director of UNARD Oceania, I am informing you that the Relativistic Particle Projectors and the Onium Capacitors have been raised to Beta Eight, Schema Blue One October First. Further transmissions and details of the projects must be through direct laser communications."
Hmm? Strange, why the sudden increase in secrecy? A quick check through your own service record and attached projects doesn't show any direct changes related to you. A development you are not aware of then.
"Most of the membership of the crafting elective class do not meet this classification rating," you half state, half ask.
"We all had a long chat with UNOMI and we have been elevated in Blue Schema all the way to Beta Eight for just this project," nods Sibel, "Rumour is that there's been an incident in Santiago; not sure of the details, neither is my source."
You search for it as soon as Sibel mentions it, but aside from news of an unexpected power outage to the highest ring of the elevated Arcology, there is no particular news on the Wider Area Network. Santiago Arcology also did not file any AARs. Officially, the second of March was a normal day, nothing happened. Record of generator activity, publicly available requisition requests for resupply of armaments for the Santiago police department and missing inventory reports from the UN Air Force suggest differently.
"Okay," you reply, perturbed, "I should be able to visit, but I cannot lock down a timeframe at this moment."
Sibel nods, but she doesn't leave.
"Um, Anna, how is Yukari doing?" she asks carefully.
Yukari? She's—
Sitting on a beach, one hundred and twenty six kilometers north of Perth, according to her transponder and a quick look through the eyes of a patrolling sensor drone. Resolution insufficient for further analysis. Her status on the Flight's chat is set as away.
How is she doing?
You… don't know. She seems happy with the flight.
"I'm not sure," you admit, "She seems ok."
Sibel smiles slightly, "I'm glad to hear that. With that whole business with Malik, I was worried. She was part of our year originally, but after transferring back down, she hasn't really reconnected with the rest of us, I think she doesn't want to. If she's happy now, if you can, Anna... please look after her."