Chapter 2: The Base
The Base was a hive of activity. A workforce of 50-60 sligs ran about.
Frank got out of his Pod and scuttled over to the command centre.
I accompanied him in. The military Glukkon, Commander Haro, Had donned his military suit, Ready to start an expedition. "About time you got here." He said. "Ready to go? "Yes, but a short one." Frank replied, glancing at the Commanders plaques and medals." Also, how many troops have you lost, if any?" "5 or 6, actually, but why do you ask?" Said the commander.
I stepped forward and communicated telepathically. " One of my men dissapeared." "Hmm, strange." muttered the Commander.
Later on, we got ready to support Frank and Haro on a small expedition.
to be continued...........
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Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.
If we were girls, we could get popular by doing anything:
rock band, jazz band,
karate, kendo, mahjong, cyborg, synchronized swimming...
On the other hand, high school boys are
useless outside battle and sports anime.
But they're recklessly trying to make a slice-of-life anime about us.
Ah, we are high school boys,
the miserable high school boys.