Damn it.
I'm too late.
I'm too late.
“…but kids are impressionable. You could be a little flashier in front of them for this kind of thing. They talk and believe twice as m--”
“Dispatch to Patrol Three, we have a 10-50 traveling north in Mu.”
The Moon Arrow tilted her head and cut her own speech off as the crackling numbers in her ear caught her attention, as though it would make the broadcast clearer. She really needed someone to replace the earpiece if they were going to go on the fritz every time she launched herself.
“10-4, we are en route.”
“Have you worked unscripted before?”
Maybe a visit to Lubao and Flores Pagkanta Corriente; she's caused enough trouble to our rear areas."
He then mused, "It's best that my sister not participate in that visit, however, a Japanese Imperial Princess burning down a Philippine City will dig up memories of the 1940s not related to Noble Arms. Speaking of that... Do you know that most of the first Japanese Arms Masters gained their Noble Arms by realizing that their war was wrong?"
Another interaction that may need to be turned into a flashback...
Callie trailed off as her mind snagged on something – then snapped her fingers. “Cristina. How many people do you think you could take with you, either by blinking with them or in your pocket dimension? If you could transfer them through the portal, that’d solve the problem handily – enough members of TFO to maintain a perimeter, even just special forces if we’re being conservative…” She leant back, folding her arms. “And then… I’ve been working on something and I think I can entirely sabotage their carriers’ take-off architecture without compromising my other capabilities. I’d imagine our Lotus flyboys would take air superiority with even less difficulty than usual if we could completely cut off Chinese reinforcements in the skies.”