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The “Honeyed Stallion” was having one of its best nights of the year. The local Lunaito regulars were at the bar, like most evenings, but there were also horned sheep people going out to celebrate the upcoming festival. More significantly, however, this bar was where much of the LABEE had elected to congregate and spend their evening. Most of the current customers were Deadbeats and their accompanying Luknights.

In the noisy basement, even a bony hand slapping an oak table repeatedly did not draw attention. “No, no, no! I’m telling you Shige, this LAB ain’t gonna be like your average goddamn Black Fleet warehouse! We gotsa castle the shit outta this, tall-ass stone walls to keepsa’ all the schizos out! Otherwhere, we’ll be overrun stat.” The admiral was laughing and laughing. “Ah, brother, you’re drunk! Either on those sexy Lunaito bricks, or on all that mead you’re chugging! You’ll see, once we’ve got good, strong frigates patrolling the ice cube sea, we won’t even need to lock the LAB’s doors, we’ll sink any pirates before they even get to look at it, har!”

The glasses rattled when Kenichi’s palms struck the bench. “Bah, I’ll be the one making those boats too, you know? Those ice cubes of yours get pretty big, I dread how much we’ll need to plate the hulls if we want ‘em to shrug off impacts.” Professor Marsh pointed an accusatory finger at the Deadbeats as he interjected: “Bah, you skeletons and your boats! Admiral, surely you remember the schizo encounter density charts I showed you! Our Arctic schizos do a bit of boating, but they’re fucking shite at it, they can’t sail to save their lives, literally! If the base got attacked, odds are it would be a land assault, coming in from our border with the devious Matsurisu, or perhaps beach walkers from /moon/. These Northern coasts are poorly guarded, everywhere in the North of the continent.”

Shige thumbed off a tear of laughter before responding. “Well, maybe we can add a crenellation or two on there, if it gets your bones so hard, hahaha.”

Gaia repressed a sigh while the middle-aged men acted out their antics. After excusing herself to get a fresh mug, she headed to the upper floor of the tavern. It seemed a bit more quiet. In the last couple of days, Gaia had felt all this expedition was doing was traveling through pretty vistas and cities, getting wasted and eating too much overly sweet food. Was this why her friends told her she hated fun?

This floor seemed a bit more her speed. The conversation was quieter, the lighting more relaxed. A sheep-like harpist was playing an ambiance tune on a small stage. Gaia hailed Suiko and Akira and joined them in a more private booth. Just as she was sitting she noticed their unusually serious expressions. “Hey gals, what’s going on?” Akira gave Suiko the side-eye before going off. “This shady-ass individual is trying to make me do her dirty work.” The agent lifted her hands in mock despair. “Oh, the humanity, I ask my good friend the professor for a little help and now I’m an evil schemer. Look, no need to be shady about it, I just want you to bring it up. I’m sure if you’re cool about it, he’ll spill some beans.” Gaia lifted an eyebrow. “Beans? What beans?” Lunaitos seemed to enjoy some bean-based dishes, but Gaia failed to see how this related to the topic.
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