I'm going to immediately start with I don't know what the fuck I'm doing before I get hard flamed.

I've been reading fanfiction for many years and have always thought about writing something of my own. Daydreaming for hours upon hours about the thousands of wonderful worlds you can find through games, books, anime does that to you. Motivation is just hella expensive and hard to find and with me being a lazy ass potato it is a miracle this birthed at 1 o-clock in the morning.

I fully debated writing about Fate Grand Order instead since I've dropped two years into that game but my sudden motivation came to be while I'm playing Arknights and I love this game. It also seems easier to write about and with there not being much right now I thought it would be fun to maybe put my own piece into starting a lovely plethora of fanfics and interact with some other players. I've always have been fanatical about this game even though it just recently came to NA. It is what lead me to Starset when I first saw the trailers years ago, (stellar band ;)) and to everything I listen to now. It also has a lot of waifu material for a degenerate like myself and because fox girls and such. Furthermore doesn't feel as rough to play a GrandOrder even though Im gonna have to go back. I got my Scathach to 10-10-10 alongside Ishtar and Suzuka. I can't just leave that :C.

Anyways, this is my first time writing fanfiction and mostly likely will rewrite this at some point, do stuff in small burst, and won't write anything large as I try to find myself. I'm oddly excited to try this though. The only substantial stuff I've written has been for college or AP classes. Nothing for fun or on my own.

This story will probably change at some point do to me being beyond tired and having work tomorrow while writing this. There are probably so many mistakes ima have to fix when i'm actually awake ;-;.

"Doctor, are sure that only the three of us will be enough?" a soft-spoken voice questioned from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder at the elk-girl painstakingly making her way with me through the foliage of the boreal forest, crossbow in hand ready for any possible threat that may show itself. I turned back to make sure I wasn't running into any of the local flora, before readying a reply. Only to be cut off before I could.

"I agree with Firewatch. Why only take us two when there are plenty of other operators on standby back at base?" a voice a few feet to my left added its piece. I couldn't deny their concerns for our current mission. Taking only two operators into what could be possibly dozens of bloodthirsty, fanatic, Reunion soldiers was not my brightest idea to date, but it was a necessity in the current state of our guerrilla war. I stopped in a faint break of the seemingly endless undergrowth. It only gave a few feet of standable space, but it was enough for us to stay in cover of the surrounding foliage without being harassed by their limbs.

I turned to my two companions. Firewatch stopped her dutiful overwatch to watch me with a curious gaze, while Frostleaf made her way over to stand in the minuscule clearing, eyes also searching mine for answers to this mission. I made quick notice of her absent headphones and her white fox tail flicking in what I think was agitation or maybe concern. I took a deep breath of the incredibly fresh, cold air before I answered the women.

"You both have an understanding of the overall situation, correct?" two nods followed my question. "Six, high value, targets discovered by Penguin Logistics. Weapons caches, an odd Originium experiment, raiding parties, food supplies. All prime ways to cripple Reunions effectiveness." The attention of both operators was locked onto me, eager to see into my insight. I could see it through the locked expressions that they maintained. Frostleaf and Firewatch weren't the most expressive or social of the operators at Rhodes Island. Not by a long shot. They were rather reserved in nature, preferring to stay alone and interact only with those they had a past history with or those that broke through their guarded personalities. Luckily enough, I was one of those people and had come to catch on to some of their hidden emotional cues over the time we've spent together.

I continued on, "It would be easy enough to take a full squad and smash our way through one of these targets. Easy, effective, and little risk. Except when one falls the others will disappear. There's no doubt that once one of these operations falls the others will flee and relocate. As such, that's our reason for our current blitzkrieg. Six different squads to wipe each target at the same time." They clearly understood the reasoning behind everything so far, but their concerns laid elsewhere as Frostleaf began to express.

"I understand that Doctor, it's smart. But why only take us two if you want to wipe out every target." She was clearly getting annoyed with my reiteration of the background to our current mission. I slightly turned to focus my attention on her since Firewatch seemed to be fine with Frostleaf taking the lead in this questioning.

"Frost," I called her by nickname I've come to use with her and a few other operators. "Remember when I said taking a whole squad would have little risk." There was no nod this time as her blood red eyes bore into mine, waiting for me to continue. "Obliviously there is a lot that could go wrong by taking reduced numbers. A smaller range of talents and weapons to cover up any mistakes and unexpected situations."

"That's why you left the reserve squads." Firewatch butted in uncharacteristically compared to her usual desire to sit and observe.

"Yep. That's exactly right." I lightly pat her on the head, right between the small antlers protruding from her head. A very light tinge of red dusted her cheeks at the action. Warmth blossomed in my chest at the sight of her holding back a blush. Fluffing my operators will always be the greatest perk of my position. There is so much lost if you don't. So many heads to pat, tails to fluff, ears to rubs. I swear I've been dropped into a pseudo-heaven at this point. I could go on and explain in grander detail, but I rather not have Frostleaf run me through with her halberd.

"I left a couple of reserve squads on quick response to support any of our engagements incase anything were to go wrong. That's part of the reason for our lack of operators on this mission. The rest being, this area of Reunion activity being unimportant compared to the other six as suggested by Penguin's intel. I want to do an investigation of this area but without using to many of our assets to do it. I'm putting everything into eradicating, guaranteed, critical Reunion movements rather than going hard into a unconfirmed seventh target. We are here to look and nothing else. Does that satisfy you Frost?" My eyes returned her stare through my visor, daring her to question me further. This place blows, and I'd rather be back home in a warm bed. Rhodes island as a home… Huh. I guess it really has become such a thing. I have distant memories of a place before I arrived at Rhodes Island, but I can never seem to hold them. Others seem adamant that I've been here for a while, well before Amiya rescued me from Chernobog. It doesn't seem right though. Whoever I was before is clearly not who I am now, and I will stand by that until the end even if Kal'tsit doesn't seem to believe so. The person described to me in the past might as well be a different body to mine. They've been replaced with me and they are not me.

I nearly missed the "Yeah…" that came from Frostleaf during my relapse into old questions. "That's good Doctor, and…" her tail and ears drooped lightly as she continued, "I'm sorry for questioning your reasoning."

I quickly realized this was my time to strike. I slowly reached a hand out towards the frosty fox-girl's head during her venerable state. With no resistance being shown to the action, my hand completed its journey to her head and lightly landed between her Vulpo ears. A few rubs and a brief touch against her soft ears quickly brought her out of melancholy as her eyes traveled up to look at my hand. "Its fine Frost, nothing lost after all. I prefer you guys to question me. It keeps me straight afterall." I sly smirk took over my mouth, hidden under my helmet from the other two. "But… we wouldn't have had this problem if you just read the mission report beforehand."

Confusion warped across her face, her eyes leaving my hand that was coming back to cross my arms over my chest. "Mission report…?" Firewatch followed suit as she her usual calm expression changed to also question me.

"Yeah… the uh… mission details I sent with Lappland to give you" I responded, briefly struggling to remember who my assistant at the time was. Their expressions changed from confusion to understanding as I finished my response.

"We never got them Doctor." Firewatch filled in for Frostleaf. Oh. "You should never give essential documents to Lappland." The elk-girl disappointingly looked out me. Please don't look at me like that I silently begged her.

A deep sigh left Frostleaf's lips and I flinched at the sound, "I thought we learned this before Doctor."

"Right." Frustration built within me at the hyperactive, insane wolf-girl. It doesn't matter how adorable your ears or how fluffy your tail can be. It won't save you from being a slack. Not with Reunion around.

Goddamn it Lappland. You're not seeing Texas for a full day.

I have nothing to put here right now except...

4 10 rolls for Chen and no dragon.