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[indeliblepast]

Having free time again had remained a novel concept for a little while - not worrying about the next mission, or if they were all going to die tomorrow, or any of those things. But after a few days, the old worries started to seep back in. The old guilt. So it was throw herself into work, or into drinking, and there wasn't quite enough privacy to do the latter. Not enough alcohol, either.

Which meant work - analysis, tactics, all of it. Learning what she could to keep more people from being killed. Setsuna's report had been informative, certainly, but the file she'd been sent - ah, that was gold. Which is why she stood in the Sensorium, watching a battle play out in miniature in front of her, as she scribbled notes on paper she'd brought in. That felt a bit odd - but she didn't have a computer rig to back her up right now, and sometimes it was easier to think in handwriting.

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[zouichi.livejournal.com]

The simulation caught Zouichi's eye first; he'd been in here not too long ago himself, analyzing data from the last battle with the Ohm. He didn't think he'd ever seen the woman taking notes from it, though.

"Hello. Doing some data analysis?"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi glanced up, and the simulation paused, one ship frozen mid-blast.

"Hm? Yes - I had some time so I thought... well, why not." Easier to do it now than in the heat of battle - even if plans usually had to be shifted on the fly.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "Are you part of Starfighter Command? The last battle was pretty intense."

But they'd all come back safe, more or less.

[indeliblepast]

She gave him an amused smile. "Not yet - not officially, anyway. But this sort of stuff is what I did before." No use trying to get around that - wasn't like she was good at much else.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

"Oh, so you're going to join? Who did you work with before?" Zouichi didn't remember anyone in Skull Squadron missing anyone, so maybe she was from one of the other two. Or an officer on the Quarter.

[indeliblepast]

She gave him a quick, brittle smile. "Freelance. But it seems like my skills are best used there, on this ship." She wasn't certain if she wanted a part in this war - but she'd have to keep everyone alive long enough to make up her mind.

[zouichi.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Indirect inquiry wasn't getting very far. Time to try a different approach. He stuck out a hand.

"Kanoe Zouichi. I fly one of the variable fighters."

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

"Got a military background?" Cagalli asked, checking out the simulation that the woman was running. She'd seen this person pop pretty recently, but hadn't actually met her yet. Hopefully whatever military skills she had could come in handy.

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi looked up from her notes, and gave the androgynous young woman who'd spoken a smile - though it was a touch brittle at the edges. "Yes, I do."

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Don't you say a thing about that curse you.

She could read the smile well enough not to delve too deep, extending a hand to the woman. "I'm Cagalli Yula Atha. I've got a bit of my own."

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi took the offered hand, and shook it. "Sumeragi Lee Noriega. A lot of people do on this ship, it seems." Which... made sense, if one was out to fight a war. Gather conscripts that didn't need training.

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

Conscripts with different specialties as well; Cagalli had long since figured that combat ability would at least make you slightly more likely to wake up here.

"Fighting a war like this, I'd say we're the lucky ones." She crossed her arms. "At least as lucky as anyone who's been in a war is."

[indeliblepast]

The smile got a little thinner. "Nobody is lucky in war, I think."

[allnaturalseed.livejournal.com]

"It's probably the wrong word, but..." she scratched the back of her head. "I know I can take it, anyways, but I worry about so many other people."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy had been looking for a Sensorium to play some basketball in, although he's learned by now that stumbling into other people's simulations is actually a pretty good way to practice superheroics.

He's not expecting the simulation to be in miniature, though.

"Hey, shawty, what's with the tinies wasting each other over here?"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi raised a skeptical eyebrow at the newcomer, and then turned back to her notes.

"I can see the entire battlefield, this way."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Ah." Nope, Punchy still doesn't get it. "So, um. This some kind of epic curb-stomp you examining, or something?"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi made a few more notes, and answered without looking back up. "Something like that. This is the last space battle the ship had with the Ohm."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"Dope," Punchy says, leaning over it to examine it. "You doing what, checking their poses?"

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi glanced over. "You know, if you want real answers, you might want to use real words, too." There wasn't much fire to the chide, though - she was a little amused, if anything.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy rolls his eyes. Like he hasn't heard someone knock his dialect every few hours since he got here. "Fine. What you watchin' this shiznat for?"

[pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com]

"Miss Sumeragi," came a familiar voice from the entrance. It was Feldt. She hadn't had a chance to really talk to her since she arrived. Now was a good time and she can give her more information on what the battle was really like from being in it.

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi glanced up from the simulation and gave the pink-haired girl a quick, friendly smile. "Hey."

[pinkbridgebunny.livejournal.com]

"The last battle with the Ohm?" she asked, motioning towards the simulation.

[indeliblepast]

Sumeragi nodded. "Someone sent me the file, so I've been analyzing it for future battles."