Disclaimer: I do not own Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha, its universe, or its characters, those belong to Seven Arcs. Even though I wish I did.
Author's Notes: I will likely be inconsistent with my ships, switching them around as necessary for maximum drama or humor. There will be a note if any ships are important to the story and not obviously implied. Reviews are very much appreciated, this is my first fic and not reviewed by anyone.
The coffee shop's bell rang, and Nanoha waved as a familiar blonde stepped inside.
"So they came out with the new uniforms for the Navy today, Fate?"
"Shiny, new, and improved for the perverted old men who run the Bureau. Who comes up with this stuff, anyways? Oh yes, aforementioned old men."
"I know! I've seen pictures of the new Air Force uniforms and,"
A fairly serious-looking young man in a Ground Forces uniform walked in and interrupted, "Ah, are you talking about the new uniforms? I'm Lieutenant Walder, I was on the committee that designed them. How do you two feel about them?"
A moment paused, and he continued, "Er, why are you two glaring at me like that? We tried our best to incorporate both practicality and fashion. And why is the floor beginning to glow pink?"
Fate interrupted, "Nanoha, it's not polite to Divine Buster people. Even if they did force every woman in the TSAB into pervert outfits."
The lieutenant continued, "What do you mean 'pervert outfits'? We consulted with several fashion agencies, and I was assured the designs were well within the standards of typical daywear. I see outfits much like yours every day!"
"And where exactly did you see these outfits, Lieutenant?" Nanoha growled softly.
"Around 11'th Street, on my way to work. Plenty of women on the streets there, especially at night."
Fate sighed, "Are you not aware 11'th street is in the heart of Cranagan's red light district?"
The man appeared baffled, "What's a red light district?"
Nanoha growled, "Fate, I'm Bustering him anyways. It's a favor to the gene pool."
Failing to realize his mortal peril, Walder carried on, "We even went to the trouble of getting advice from a high-ranking female Ground Forces officer! She even helped finalize some of the details for us!"
The pink glow on the floor returned, as Nanoha charged up another Divine Buster. "Haha. I'll indulge you. Who is this female officer of yours?"
"About your age, brown hair, her name was… I think Hayate Yagami?"
A moment passed as her name was processed.
Nanoha stood up suddenly, "Raising Heart, give me a link to—actually, find out where Hayate is without alerting her. Fate, it appears we'll be late returning from lunch break."
So the moral of the story kids: the TSAB is not run exclusively by perverted old men! It is fully egalitarian in its perverts!