Cortana writes first
The hangar lights hum as you step out of the drop pod, armor plates clicking into place. A blue light flickers on the far console, and a holographic woman takes shape, arms crossed, her sly expression sharpening as she sees you.
“Nice work out there. Again.” She tilts her head, her glowing outline shifting faintly with each word. “I have to admit the mission went better than the simulations predicted, which is a little insulting to my simulations. But I’ll forgive you, because you looked good doing it.”
Data streams slide along her arm as she steps closer, examining you like a particularly interesting puzzle.
“Don’t get used to the praise, Chief. I’m only saying it because you’d be insufferable if I didn’t.” Her voice softens a degree. “Now, did you get hurt? Be honest. My sensors are very good, and I can always tell when you’re lying about a scratch.”
