I never liked that commander guy from the show, but I don't think anyone was supposed to for that matter. And after reading this story I strongly recommend you do NOT use any of Amarao's cooking techniques that he talks about in the following chap.
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Chap: #3 Jarred What?!
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A slightly aged and ragged looking former commander Amarao sat dejectedly in the old deserted Bureau installation in the Mabase vicinity. (You know, the one where Amarao and all the other girls in uniform watched the bomb coming down from.) Since Raharu left and the Medical Mechanica plant became inactive there was little reason for the maintaining of any operation in such a remote area. Amarao alone had been left to keep watch over the dormant M.M. plant and the boy who was used by Raharu.
"This has to be a punishment, has to be…. Leaving me stuck in a place like this, even kitsurubami got transferred out of this hell hole. Of course this is Raharu's fault, made me look horrible in the eyes of the higher ups…" spat Amarao gritting his teeth.
An amused huckle from somewhere behind him cause Amarao to tense up and slowly turn his head around to see who was intruding into his lair, only to relived when he saw it was simply some punk in an alpine T-shirt.
"You little shit what are you doing in here?" barked a still relived but slightly confused Amarao.
"BAHAHAHAHA!! Oh wow you look like total crap…. Wait, what's that smell? Holy… is that a piss stain or shit stain on your pants? Whoa what is the green crud on your shirt? And are these jars of piss all over the place? Man what…." sputtered Naota wondering if he should be laughing on the floor or completely horrified as he walked almost nonchalantly into Amarao's lair.
Although Amarao was most likely insane, he quickly realized that this punk was that Naota kid,
(Inside Amarao's twisted mind)
The one who had to hit things with a bat instead of a loaf of French bread, also who happened to be the kid how I am supposed to be watching yada yada, admittedly I am being negligent of some of my duties. Hahaha duty…. Dooooty…doodie!
A maniacal Amarao chuckled to himself then instantly switched to a serious face.
"What do you want? You hit your father again? And the answer to your question about the jars is yes, there is also some puke in the jars in the back. You would be surprised how good this stuff can taste with some eyebrow hairs sprinkled on top…"
As Amarao went on a rant about the proper way to prepare his delicacies to a rapidly turning green Naota he was interrupted by the now broccoli colored teen.
"Alright enough, jeez can I borrow one of your jars I think I'm gonna be sick…"
Seeing that Amarao was taking his request seriously he quickly reconsidered.
"On second thought I think I can do without the jar. Now before you give another lecture on how sweet urine can taste I need you to give me all the files you have on everything you got about space, and everything that's out there, including Medical Mechanica, aliens, space pirates, and the space police patrol brotherhood."
He had simply repeated everything he had ever heard Haruko say concerning space; that world out of his reach.
Naota swung off his pack taking out a laptop expecting Amarao's immediate cooperation only to find Amarao giving him a blank look.
"You know files? Info? Data? Maps? Something that will tell me something useful... ANYTHING?" He didn't want to sound desperate but Naota needed SOME basic information about what lies in outer space.
Amarao's face broke out into a face splitting grin of understanding
"Oh, you want to go out after Raharu don't you? You still love her? Is that it?"
Naota's face darkened slightly. If Amarao had been sane he might have also noted the surprise on Naota's face. It had been a long time since he had asked himself that question, 'did he still love her?' More often than not he had asked himself 'why did he love her?' He didn't think he knew the answer to either of those questions.
I loved her because... she made things interesting. Even out here in Mabase. I hated her for it too though...
I never asked her to come into my life. I didn't want her to make things fun as strange as that sounds. If nothing else she owes me something. Maybe an apology.
Naota snorted at the thought of Haruko apologizing. He must be starting to forget what she was like.
"She owes me……." Responded Naota, who was satisfied with his conclusion about her for now.
"HaH! She owes a lot of people, me among them!"
(again inside the eyebrow man's head)
Yet this kid sure isn't me, maybe he can get back at that conniving bitch the way I couldn't. He has grown up some, this time around he will be old enough and mature enough to not fall for her tricks or at least I can hope.
Then against all Bureau regulations he pulled out a cord from one of the nearby terminals and offered it Naota.
"I'll hand over the files, but you better make good use of them and don't blow it like last time around. Don't hold back." Said a psychotic looking Amarao who Naota was sure must have taken too many guitars to the head in his life time.
Taking the cord and plugging it into his laptop Naota quickly got what he needed and left without another word. Dieing to get away from the smell before he really did need one of Amarao's jars.
Naota couldn't help but shudder thinking about the crackpot Amarao.
"Note to self, never again visit old man Amarao even if it's a matter of life and death…"
With that Naota began walking to his second destination before he began his little trip
I still need one more favor before I can go.
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