Sector 0X Recon Outpost Bravo

Deep in the wooded sectors of the local region, a team of androids settled into their newest accommodations.

Small and easy to miss in the forest, the prefab concrete structure wasn't much, but the dolls shrugged it off. Their mission rotation wouldn't last too long, only a few weeks.

Sighing, the newest addition to Griffin and Kreuger's T-Doll forces made herself comfortable as the other girls settled in. She still wasn't used to the company, but at least they weren't threatening to draw weapons at the slightest twitch. Still, she was stuck doing low-risk missions, at least until her superiors could trust her.

Her annoyances about that aside, she did take the opportunity to observe what comprised of an android over nine thousand years before her time... and Team FN would be the first look.

The squad leader, FAL, and her adjutant, Five-SeveN, were currently patrolling the perimeter and setting up traps. The sniper T-Doll (A2 never caught her name) was out somewhere like she "Normally was." That left her and two others huddling around an old electric heater, making use of ammo crates as makeshift chairs.

"Miss Attacker Type 2," one of the smaller dolls stammered. "W-would you like some c-chocolate?"

The "Sangvis" model looked over. FNC, sporting her braid and constantly smudged with chocolate, was handing out a ration bar with shaky arms.

'Seems they're still not used to me... well, that's two ways, I guess.'

"As I said, call me A2." The time-traveling android forced her face out of its stoic glare and tried to smile. Judging from how smaller dolls didn't shrink back in fear, it was a good start. "...and sure, why not."

For the next several minutes, A2 closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence. 'This won't be too bad...'
That was until Five-SeveN returned.

"Vous etes deja amis?" The handgun doll chuckled, noticing the bar of chocolate in A2's hands. "She doesn't usually open up to strangers this soon~"

A2 grunted. She followed FNC's example and tore the corner of the 'wrapper'. Having never had the chance to try human food, the prototype YorHa withheld her trepidation and took a cautious bite... followed by another and another.

Before she knew it, the only remains were the smears on her face and empty wrapper on the ground. And that, a single display of emotion, was enough to break the ice between her and Team FN.

Long into the dark hours of the night, the girls all started chattering- well, most of them. A2 still wasn't ready to open up about her past (or was it the future?) but sue her. She'd had teammates once, so she knew the basics of how team bonding worked.

Gossip, especially with FAL and Five-SeveN, seemed to be the straightest shot at doing so.

"...and so, hahaha, they were banned from carrying smoke grenades on their person while indoors, forever~!"

A2 hadn't quite followed along as she had hoped. Evidently, her confusion was evident, as FAL smirked at her. "Hmm, that reminds me. The Commander never had the chance to give you the full indoctrination process, non?"

Suddenly wary, the Attacker type android shook her head.

"Then here; I'll lend you my copy 'Les Nouvelles Commandes du Quartier General'." The automatic rifle-doll rummaged in her purse, bringing out a thin paperback booklet. "'Tis somewhat out of date, I'm afraid, despite the name, but I'm sure it'll be a good starting point."

Accepting it, A2 focused her vision and flipped through the book. "So they're what, basic SOP around the base? It can't be that-"

Despite being a highly advanced, and well experienced YorHa android capable of taking entire Machine factories singlehandedly, nothing could keep her straight face upon reading the contents. "Wha-! What, the hell?"

The other doll nodded sagely, while some of the others winced.

"Oui, that is the general reaction to reading them the first time."

Her words barely registered with A2. Her system was trying it's best to not falter, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes in horror. She looked up towards the smaller T-Doll shrinking into the corner.

"FNC...you...?"

"I-I know! Y-you, don't need to remind me..."

Five-SeveN chuckled into her hands, while FN-49 gave FNC a pat on the shoulder, "There there."

"As you can tell, the events that happen around HQ can be quite...catastrophic," FAL said, now flipping through an antebellum fashion magazine. "That said, I ask that you not judge anyone in there. Surely enough, we all get to make our marks in that little book, you see."

Dimly, A2 nodded and closed the manual. Still, her curiosity was getting the better of her...

"So... were you there for some of these? Just how did all these rules happen?"

The (horribly) fashionable duo grinned, sharing a knowing look. "Well, Rule 26, for example, started when..."

And just like that, the weeks were set to fly by, though A2 didn't know it yet.

Author's Note: Well well well, what have we here?

I want to thank each and every one of you who has read, reviewed, and followed this story. I am truly humbled. I'm still trying to cook up more rules, but, I thought to myself, "Why not actually take the next step and write them out?"

Shout out to my best friend, named Purolru, for helping me with the french. Ich spreche kein Französisch, hahah.

If I'm not jinxing myself, hopefully, there will be plenty more. In case you are confused about A2, I decided to move ahead and put her here, despite not quite debuting in her actual story yet. This and "The Long, Blinding End" will be tied together, but I'll keep (much of) the funny stuff here.

*bows*
Thank you very much!