Arknights Short Story Compilations

BSW Test (OG)

Blacksteel worldwide chapter for a test run and to see if a concept I had works or not. Functions as a Y/N. At the moment I have three ideas based off two factions and one character. The BSW one should be your usual Arknights depression when done, while the one with Firewatch should be more calm.

Yeah I'm not sure about that

no this is not the first chapter 

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"Could you please double-check your information right here and then sign below?" The human resources intern showed me a piece of paper neatly filled in with boring details that I couldn't care much about. They could get my name wrong and I wouldn't even be mad. My focus was more on the part where it said 'Affiliated group'.

Blacksteel Worldwide, BPRS.

It was right on the money. I sighed in relief while the intern frowned thinking that she did something wrong again and that HR would complain. Slightly raising the corner of my lips, enough to show a smile yet not enough to deviate from my bland expression. 

"Yeah, it's all correct. Thanks for taking care of all the needless paperwork."

"Your information has been registered with Rhodes Island. Your room should be on the 7th floor, 302. As a transferee from Blacksteel for the special exchange program, you will also have the rights of any Rhodes Island operator. You can freely use the training rooms around the landship and roam around during your free time. If you are assigned to a mission then please do arrive early at the briefing." The intern finished with her long dialogue. She seemed visibly happy at the fact that she got everything correct this time and didn't mess up or stutter.

"Shall I give you a tour around the landship?"

I hesitated with my answer. On one hand, I had a lot of luggage with me ready to be grabbed from the baggage pick-up area. The ride from Columbia to here was three nights. On another, I'm still not familiar with the massive headquarters. I can guarantee that I'd get lost in the most basic area.

Right now though? I had something to worry about.

"No thanks. It would be nice if you could tell me where I could get back my baggage."

"Right this way."

It took us quite a while to arrive at the area. In more detail, five minutes. The intern keep panicking even though there were signs that directed us to our destination. As I entered the room I breathed in preparing for what I was going to see.

Three backpacks. All stuffed to the brim with personal equipment. One bag contained all my weapons and auxiliary equipment, another had all the books I bought during my time in Columbia with the final one contained a pillow, some plushies and much more that I couldn't remember. They just go on and on and on.

I told the intern that she was fine and could return to her post. Though it took some time for her to recover from the shock. I made my way towards the backpack with all my weapons. Taking a look at my belt I found space to shove my parrying dagger in while sliding the pistol onto my leg holster. 

I'm going to have a very, very fun time carrying these things three times.

I loaded one of the backpacks onto my back and instantly felt something pulling me backwards. My shoulders started to ache even after just carrying the backpack for five seconds. Despite all these, I balanced myself by resting my body laying on the walls. Searching for any elevator I could take I ended up in front of a heavily duck-taped elevator with the word 'MAINTENANCE' written clear across the board.