Nikke: Case Files of the Commander

Personal Attention

With a lazy grunt, the Commander of the Ark's Outpost flipped through channels in his dorm/office with a blank stare.

A foot suddenly grazed his chin, but he ignored it.

The slight stench of gunpowder and smoke began to come from down the hall, before his door was flung open with a squeal from Neon.

"Master, I've made a breakthrough in my search for maximum firepower!" Neon slid in front of the Commander with her shotgun in hand.

Ignoring her informal clothing, since she recently woke up, he noticed a firework was taped to the barrel.

"Ask Centi if you can achieve a practical way to attach that—" Anis' foot was planted on his cheek, making the Commander shut up.

"Roger!" Neon ran off, but the ashen scent chose to linger.

"Hey, pass your soda." Anis asked with a smirk.

The Commander complied, passing his soda across the sofa to Anis, but she frowned at his reaction. She quickly chugged the can, crushed it, and tossed the trash into a bin across the room with precision.

"You're no fun. Maybe I should be more forward." Anis sat up, but quickly turned her body and laid her head in his lap.

The Commander rolled his eyes and let his arm fall as he lifted his head, leaning back into the cushion.

Anis smiled affectionately as he rubbed her scalp, staring up at him with curiosity.

"Commander, where's Section-T82 of this week's report?" Rapi asked at his desk.

"On my dresser. Needed revisions after an incident outside the outpost last night." The Commander replied quickly.

Rapi nodded and stood up from his chair with a smile. It quickly went away when she spotted Anis' temples being massaged.

"You spoil them..." Rapi commented with a hand on her hip, having stopped beside the sofa.

"Its just personal attention. Everyone needs it." The Commander's blank glance and Anis' smug grin made Rapi wave them off.

"All you have to do is ask." The Commander added as she grabbed the paper, but she ignored him and returned to submitting his paperwork.

The Commander yawned a bit since it was only 7 in the morning, still tired from his spontaneous awakening from Anis and Neon to use his shower just an hour before.

This was natural routine for Team Counters.

The Commander was "allegedly"... a young man within his early twenties, with little to no memories of his childhood, and thrown into the world as an authority figure over beings known as Nikkes, the women within his dorm at present.

NIKKE are mass-produced humanoid soldiers designed to fight Raptures. Currently developed and manufactured by the three major Manufacturers: Elysion, Tetra Line, and Missilis Industry, they make up the main armed forces for the Ark. They are also created to fulfill certain tasks depending on the manufacturer.

Raptures are humanity's enemy; mechanical creatures that dominate the earth's surface. They come in many different shapes, builds, figured, and sizes. Not many colors, though...

But as of right now, that was the Commander's last priority.

Trying to use his inferior strength to push Anis away from giving him a "reward," was certainly the first. As pleasant as it may seem, a kiss from her led to way more than he was interested in.

"Come on, Commander, let me repay the favor!" Anis pretended to whine, clinging to his shirt with her lips puckered.

"I don't require that." He stated, the strain in his muscles evident of his struggle, but her lips closing in were evidence of its futility.