Nomad - The Imperfect Commander

The Imposters

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A week had passed since Nomad had ventured up to the surface. He wasn't longing to get back out there. He was quite enjoying the time he was spending with the Nikkes around the outpost.

Besides, the Nikkes Nomad was counseling. He had ended up counseling some more as well. Like Belorta and Mica. He had grown quite fond of those two. In some cases, he would see them as his daughters just by the way they acted.

Meanwhile, Prima Donna was going quite well with their counseling, too. Noise was rumored to be working on a brand new song thanks to the effort of Nomad. But also, it had seemed to slightly backfire as Volume and Noise might've started to compete on getting Nomads attention more. While Aria just simply enjoyed her time with Nomad.

For once, Rosanna and Sakura had started to treat Moran with some more respect, thanks to Nomad giving the two a different perspective and shared some stories of similar folks who were in their shoes. But that still didn't stop the occasional snark comment or rude gesture from happening from time to time.

This had kept Nomad busy for most of his days, which he hadn't mind one bit. He still had the other half of the week to do personal things and to also repair and inspect the GAF item they had found on patrol.

There was a bit of a weird encounter, Nomad had with a certain little runt of Missiles. She had actually acted semi kind to Nomad. Though, after commenting on it, she did go back to her old self and cursed him to Mars and back.

It's currently noon on a mostly uneventful Friday, Nomad would be in his corner strumming away, waiting for Noise to show so they could have their counsel session.

"On my waaaay, back to my hooome. Waiting, there will be my Jojo. I left her home so I could go to defend our hoooome" Nomad had sung before realizing Noise was standing in front of the stage.

"Oh, hey, Noise, ready for your session?" He asked with a bright smile.

"Yep, as ready as ever. But before we start, what song were you just singing?"

Nomad would blush a bit from embarrassment. "It wasn't anything really, just whatever popped into my mind. But let's not dwell on it, let's get you back up on your musical feet." He says as he would stand up from his chair. He'd then walk over to the edge of the stage and help Noise onto it.

Nomad would have the stage set to where the two would face each other as they sang or played an instrument. Not by his design, but by Noise'

"So what's it gonna be today, Noise?"
Nomad asked as he walked over to the various guitars and basses.

"Hmm... I was thinking that you'd sing me the first song when you showed up." Noise answered as she looked at him.

This would get an approving grunt. Nomad would grab the only acoustic guitar from the rack and slung the strap over torso while walking back to Noise.

"If you wanna record this, then you can, I'm sure your fans would love it" Nomad said, smiling a bit.

Noise would do just that and take her phone out, and started to record.

Nomad would tune the guitar before starting to strum his signature song. The last pale light in the west.

Writer, add song here when you get home.)