Dorms
"Explain"
The masked commander asked as he tapped a foot impatiently against the floor. Before him stood a few T-Dolls. In particular were Suomi, DP-28, PPSh and SKS. All of them were covered in soot and burns and their clothes were in various states of disrepair.
"She started it" Suomi stated with all the impetuousness of an angry child as she pointed at SKS.
The commander turned to look at SKS. One gasmask brow raised in fidgeted and squirmed on the spot under his scrutiny.
"It was... an accident?" She shrugged helplessly. The commander turned to look at the dorm building they had come from. Or at least, what was left of it after the fire.
"To be fair. Suomi was being unnecessarily hostile towards us" DP-28 tried to interject in a placating tone. Suomi shut her down with a glare that, if it were directed at any lesser being, likely would have killed on the spot. In DP-28's case she simply shut her mouth and stepped back. The commander sighed, palming his mask in frustration.
"Where did you even get the molotovs? None of you use Incendiary weapons!"
Conveniently, as the commander said this, Mosin Nagant was carted by on a stretcher. She was covered head to toe in soot and burn marks. She coughed once and turned to the commander as the ones pushing her cart stopped.
"Commander. Remind me. Never. To give Suomi my molotovs again?"
As one everyone turned to Suomi sans Mosin, who was unable to and coughed out more smoke. Whether that was from inhaling smoke or her internal parts overheating was unknown. The Finnish smg for her part looked away, whistling innocently. The commander sighed nodded at Mosin who mumbled a quiet thank you before being carted away and turned to Suomi.
"Okay. New rule. Your never allowed to dorm with any russian T-Dolls. At all"
Quirks
The Commander stared at the screen in concern. The most recent battle had been a victory and the girls would be coming home relatively unscathed aside from a few scratches here and there. So his concern lay not in that. Rather his concern lay in the behaviors the girls showed after victory.
"M4?"
"Yes Commander?" Came the whispery voice of the assault rifle from next to him. He yelped, nearly jumping a foot into the air in surprise.
"Sweet mother of Jimmy Hendrix M4! You scared the crap out of me" He placed a gloved hand over his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart while M4 looked down shyly.
"S-sorry commander. What did you need?" He took a few more breaths to calm himself before straightening his posture and walking over to M4. Placing a hand on her head he ruffled her hair affectionately.
"Sorry. I might've overreacted a bit there. Your pretty good at going by unnotcied when you want to huh?" M4 blushed at the contact. The sensation bringing feelings of warmth and slight embarrassment to her before he removed his hand.
"Anyway. I wanted to ask... What is it with the girls when they win skirmishes? I mean... Look" He pointed to the screen. The camera feed showed MDR, pulling out her phone and carelessly dropping her gun to the ground to browse whatever poor unfortunate Seddit forum she'd found this time. When her gun landed it went off, firing a shot and accidentally killing a dummy doll of a nearby T-doll. To which said T-doll reacted with a scream and a string of german curses. MDR continued to browse and shitpost either purposefully or unintentionally ignoring MP-40 cursing her out while she cradled her now dead dummy doll in her hands.
'Ouch... Well. So much for walking out relatively unscathed'
"I... don't quite see what's the immediate problem commander?" M4 was equally concerned but confused.
"I mean. That. Their behaviour. I understand that all of you have your own quirks and all but seriously. This is getting a bit ridiculous. I mean look! Look at this!" The camera feed switched to a different Echelon. This one had Ribeyrolles in it and she was practically on the ground having an anemic episode. Her Dummy dolls were in similar states and the other members seemed to be looking exasperated.
"Oh great. It's like with G11 all over again. Alright. Who's carrying her back to the Chopper?" Came the voice of UMP-45. A chorus of Not It's came from around her. The first and most vocal of which sounded to be 416. The unfortunate T-Doll who ended up responsible for carrying Ribeyrolles and her 2 other dummy dolls was an smg. Type-79 if the commander recalled correctly.
"What! But I can't carry all of her dummy dolls! I only have one!" She gestured to her own dummy doll, still stuck in her signature victory pose of a martial arts stance, unfortunately for this one her gun hadn't landed in her holster like the original's had and had instead bonked her on the head stock first. It still lay on the ground next to her.
"Then do multiple trips. Carry one and have the dummy carry two. Blow one up so it can't be scavenged by SF and you only need to carry two. Whatever. Just make sure that if you do the last one you don't blow up the original. The Commander is gonna throw a fit if you do" UMP-45 said over her shoulder as the rest of them began walking towards the closest heliport for extraction. Leaving the poor chinese smg with the duty of carrying the anemic French assault rifle.
"I mean. I can understand a bit of carelessness here and there. But why in the name of whatever dieties and higher powers still exist above did they make a T-Doll with ANEMIA!? Who had the genius idea of doing that!?"
The commander's ranting however was interrupted by the sound of comically loud sipping. They both turned to look at the nearby table where they had set down a coffee machine. Sitting there was Persica, straw in her mouth. A straw which she was using to quickly drain an entire pot's worth of freshly made coffee. As in still piping hot. Standing behind her was Thompson, who was passing by to deliver a report of a recent successful logistics mission when she stopped to stare in awe and fear at the sight of the thin slip of a woman draining another pot of coffee. As is evident from the several other empty pots and packets of coffee beans that lay next to the machine.
"..." The commander stared in silence. Awed, terrified and concerned. How was she not suffering Caffeine poisoning with that much already chugged down!?
"..." M4 shared in the silence and emotions the commander felt. She also shared similar concerns for her pseudo-mother figure.
"..." Thompson stared in a similar state of emotion. Her pocky stick falling out of her mouth and onto the floor.
At this point Persica had finished with the pot and was sipping up the last few drops at the bottom. She sat up straight, straw still in her mouth and lightly shoved the empty pot to the side with the rest of them. Then she reached under the table and produced yet another pot as well as another bag of coffee beans. From the looks that Thompson gave her and the area beneath the table where she'd pulled those items from while she prepared another pot it was either Persica had stored coffee pots and bags of coffee beans under the table without anyone's notice or she had somehow produced said items out of thin air. Neither theories were good.
"... Remind me M4. She helped create T-Dolls to begin with. Yes?" Persica was resting her hands on the table, straw still in her mouth, looking like a cat staring into an aquarium full of fish.
"Yes. Yes she did" Thompson at this point had come up to the commander, handed him her reports and shot a quick salute before going off to the dorms to rest and get away from the insanity. The commander absentmindedly set the papers down on the nearby table.
"Uhuh. I see. That answers a lot of questions. Now how did you and AR-15 turn out so... normal?" They were interrupted by the sound of a gun being fired from the console. They turned to look at the screen to see Type-97 leaning on one of her Dummy Dolls for support as she had accidentally blown off her own leg while she did her little celebratory gun spin. While the safety was off.
"Ouch! That's... Gonna leave a mark... the Commander isn't gonna like this..." M4 Turned to the commander with a grave look of concern on her face.
"I honestly don't know commander"
Gifts
"416?"
"Yes. What happens to be the matter... 45?" 416 Asked as she tried to peak around the massive pile of various cakes, sweets and candies stacked high in the arms of whoever spoke to her.
"Yes. This is 45" 416 looked the pile over once, twice then settled on the middle of it all for lack of anything to properly focus on.
"I see. What did you need?"
"I seem to have been given a rather large amount of gifts."
"I see... I assume that The Commander gave them to you?" The two began walking down the corridor towards their dorm.
"Yes. How did you know?"
"Well he came to me and Miss Kalina for assistance earlier in recycling and trading in all of our old and unused furniture for those very same gifts"
"I... see..."
"Is something troubling you about this? Shouldn't you be appreciative of the gifts he's given at the very least?"
"Oh. I am indeed. I just would've liked it more with less sobbing, tearful apologies and blatant invasions of personal space on The Commander's part" At this point they had entered the dorm where UMP-9 and G11 were waiting. UMP-9 Perked up from where she lay upside down on a couch in boredom when they entered.
"Ah! 45! The Commander came by to apologize for earlier. Something about sobbing, tearful apologies, blatant invasions of personal and excessive headpats" 416 turned to give 45 a look.
"I know what I said. And besides. IDW and G41 should be enough of an indication how good those are"
"Fair point. Though I'd like to ask. Why the special treatment?"
"His only reasoning was to make up for all the times he hadn't been there. Kind. But unnecessary"
"And yet you accepted these gifts?"
"I did not say the gifts were unnecessary"
AN: So this was thought of and made over lunch and finished when I got home from college today. Random little snippets. No idea if anyone is gonna read this but updates might be sporadic and dependent on when inspiration strikes. Which tends to be rare. Anyway. I hope anyone who read this enjoyed it in some way.
Lucky, signing off.