"So how you think you did?" Dyson asked Kozue as she started
on her burger.
        She shrugged.  "Mmn," she replied, then chewed, swallowed, and
added, "Best I could.  You?"
        "Not too bad.  Could've done better on the battroid assault
course," Dyson said frankly.  "Whoever designed that -water obstacle-
is a -bastard-."
        "Pretty sure that was General Currier.  It's supposed to
simulate something the Eight-Balls had to deal with back in the day."
        Dyson snorted.  "Yeah, that figures.  She's a real ballbuster.
They don't call her Terror for nothing."  He blinked, looking at the
stare Lucy was giving him and the barely-contained laughter on Kozue's
face, then sagged.  "She's standing right behind me, isn't she."

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But yeah. This will be awesome. Need some awesome in my life at present, since everything's mostly going all to hell and so forth, so this'll be welcome.

Plus, it means I won't be hating myself for the half an hour it takes to read these. So yay!

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