There are no mistakes, just happy accidents. It was thanks to Jackass and her happy accident that thrust humanity again onto a world that no longer held them but held them dearly.
STORY IS NOT MINE
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Commander White glanced at the stark ceiling of her own private quarters, having long since returned to the Bunker. She was bare and naked, very much like how she was first manufactured oh so many years ago. Her clothes were in a pile at the corner of her room, still crumpled and dirty. It was a contrasting image, from the prim and proper view she had cultivated to her actual private habits. Though, her neglect of personal maintenance stemmed from not really having any reason to. It wasn't as if she was going to get any visitors into her room.
But this time though...
She felt the sandy particles on her skin, her systems replaying all the wonderful memories she had made in descending back into the planet again. And this time...she didn't want to clean that part away.
Her cheeks flushed, her sensors replaying all that had happened in perfect recollection. The benefit and curse of every android, the ability to truly record what had happened as if it just occurred not a second again. A pit formed in her stomach, a fierce and intense longing that only those who have felt the touch of affection and love could know. But she couldn't. She still had duties to perform.
She sat up on her bed and prepared to get into new clothes. Here, she was simply White. Outside of her room, she was Commander White.
Time to get back into it.
She stepped in through the room, and beheld a massive chamber. The nerve center was just as she remembered it. Operators typing away or speaking at their terminals, the massive holographic screen at the far wall showing a map of the world, as well as the statuses of all YoRHa agents in the planet. As soon as she set foot inside, all activity stopped as the Operators stood up as one, saluting her with their palms to their chest.
"Welcome back, Commander," the Operators all greeted her as soon as she had stepped foot back inside YoRHa's nerve center, the one room in the Bunker that decided the fate of those under her command. White returned the salute. "At ease, and return to your duties. Operator 210, 60, report to me."
She took her place at the platform overlooking both the lower and upper levels of the nerve center, casting an oppressive eye at the Operators under her. White quickly noted that some sat a little bit straighter. It seemed in her absence, some of her girls allowed themselves to be lax.
That would not do. Not when Smith could visit them anyday now.
But first... She could hear 210(Right) and 60(Left) approach her.
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Not hard to do really since 60 was chattering excitingly about something to her fellow Operator. "Sitrep," she said simply, her riding crop slapped gently against her palm for emphasis. That cut off their conversation quickly as 210 stood forward.
"Operations in the Kingdom of Day remain at nominal levels, Commander," 210 reported dutifully and smoothly. The Kingdom of Day of course referring to the one side of the planet that experienced eternal sunlight, eternal day. Really, it should mostly be a blasted desert much like the place she had just left but maso kept things as they were, locked in stasis. She was sure that some artful android or human could find a lesson to be learned here but not her.
