Chapter Sixty-Six – Peanut Butter and Lesbian Time

Chapter Sixty-Six – Peanut Butter and Lesbian Time

“Channel 69 Nice News Now will be running a mini-doc series on the style and function of the modern-day samurai. From the most common gear choices to the strange and bizarre ways the vanguard of humanity chose to fight the good fight!

Available now to all subscribers!”

–Channel 69 Nice News Now, 2046

***

I clapped my hands together, and they made a strange cracking sound as my armoured palms met each other. It kind of surprised me, though to be honest, it had been a few years since I had the ability to clap.

“Alright!” I said. “Gomorrah here has the plan for our deployment. Feel free to follow it, or not. Right Gom?”

Gomorrah glanced my way, then back to the samurai. “I do,” she said. “Hedgehog, Crackshot Cowboy. Would you mind riding above the main mobile base? There’s a platform at the top that should afford you some decent visibility.”

“Can do,” Hedgehog replied.

“No prob,” Crackshot said. He grunted as he stood up, then stretched his back out before grabbing his rifle. “We can make a game of it, huh?”

“That wouldn’t be very professional,” Hedgehog said.

“Oh, we don’t need to gamble on it, just a friendly one-up. I don’t like gambling. My uncle lost it all to the slots, you know?”

“Right,” Hedgehog said.

Gomorrah glanced between the two, then refocused on the others. “Tankette, we have some light armour at the front of the formation already. Do you think you could join them?”

“I think so,” Tankette replied with a nod.

“I’ll send my mech with you,” I replied. “It won’t steal your kills, but it’ll be around if you need the added oomph.”

“Oh, I’d appreciate that,” she said with a kindly smile.

“What about Knight and I?” Princess asked. “Can we work with you?”

I glanced at Gomorrah, then shrugged. “Sure. If someone wants to do the logistics shit for me, I’m very much more than willing to give it all up.”

“As long as we get to work with you,” Princess said with a dainty little clap. She seemed… a little fangirl-ish. At least Knight, next to her, didn’t start jumping around and squeeing.

“Um,” Tankette said. It was a slight thing, but it still caught everyone’s attention. She noticed that we were all looking her way, and straightened herself, then tugged her blouse on straight. “I brought lunch boxes,” she said with a perfectly straight face.

“Lunch… boxes, ma’am?” Hedgehog asked.

“Ah, hell yeah,” Crackshot replied. “Man, I haven’t had lunchboxes since my grandmamma passed.”

Tankette seemed encouraged by Crackshot’s enthusiasm. She turned to her mini-tank and opened a case on the side. I thought it would be for ammo stowage, but instead it was filled with a half-dozen little tin boxes with thermos containers stuck to the sides. “It’s nothing too special. I don’t know what everyone likes. If there are allergies, then please let me know. Ah, the boxes aren’t labelled.”

She pulled out the little lunchboxes, then started passing them around. “Uh, thanks,” I said when I got mine. Then I blinked and lifted it up. The box was actually shaped in the rough outline of a tank, instead of being a normal rectangle.

“Thank you,” Gomorrah said. “This wasn’t necessary.”

“Oh, I know,” Tankette said with a grin. “But I woke up at five, as usual, realized that I had nothing to do until I got here, and I’d be driven crazy if I just sat back and did nothing all morning.”

“Holy shit, is this PB and J?” Crackshot asked, his box was already cracked open. “Ma’am, are you married?”

Tankette tittered. “Yes, I’m happily married. Sorry.” She wiggled her hand, flashing a little band around a finger.

“Damn,” Crackshot said. Then he stuffed half a sandwich into his mouth.

Hedgehog slipped the box into a small satchel by his hip, and the others put theirs away too. I was left holding my lunchbox kind of awkwardly before I tucked it under my right arm. “Anyway, I think that’s it for now. The convoy will be moving out in….”

“Ten minutes,” Gomorrah filled in.

“So we have plenty of time to get to our places! The army was attacked this morning already, so keep an eye open for trouble and aliens. Gomorrah, we’ve got a private channel for chatting, yeah?”

This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

“I’ll have Atyacus send everyone an invite,” she replied.

I got a small ping on my augs for just that a fraction of a second later. There was now a little chatroom, with all of the samurai listed to the left with their status below. Interestingly, Knight was missing from the group. I blinked the chatroom away for the moment. It would probably flash or something when there was a new message to read.