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Guardian Spirits: Final - Atka Ipiktok, Friends, and Family
XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
2300 Hours, December 13th, 2018
Civilian Quarters, Main Lobby
Atka looked around the room with obvious satisfaction. The party had been set up according to plan, couches and chairs from the small living rooms dragged out to the main lobby to allow the civilians to get together. A few TVs were playing some old movies, while the reception desk with lined with food and drink, though Atka had no need to indulge in the latter. Looking around at the happy faces and gentle conversations, she was reminded of a time long ago.
Nunavut, Canada
About 5 Years Ago
Translated from Inuktitut
The children of the village sat around a large, roaring fire, relishing the warmth in the winter that was nearly over. Ipiktok was in the process of feeding everyone a lucky catch: that of a humpback whale. Buniq and Isitoq took their food happily, the former digging in like a hungry wolf, the latter more reserved. Nouja was listening to a story about the seagulls from her mother, while Atka was looking into the gentle flames of the fire.
Ipiktok knelt down by Atka, offering her a bowl with whale soup in it, as well as a small bag. The seventeen year old girl looked up, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as she took her food. "What's in the bag?"
"Another gift the whale has given us in death. I appreciated the carvings you've made, like your own guardian spirit... and this time I'll give you more to work with," her father spoke reverently.
Atka carefully took the bag, setting her bowl down for the moment, and peered into the bag. In it were assorted pieces of the whale's bones. "This is..."
"Made good use of it. You have talent, even if Nouja's proving adept at her craft as well," Ipiktok spoke wisely.
Atka nodded gratefully, setting down her bag and picking up her bowl. With everyone now holding their food, Siluk stood, giving a bit of a disapproving look at Buniq who had already dug in. The young Inuit girl stopped, looking apologetic with puppy eyes, and the elder sighed, letting it go.
"We are gathered here, celebrating winter as it ends, and the first catch harkening to the beginning of spring," Siluk spoke, his voice as calloused as his hands, but a pleasant sound to hear, relaxing somehow. "In the cycle of life, the whale has given his body, not unlike Christ's sacrifice. We honor this by ensuring our tribe's own health with the bounty of the sea, and allow the spirit rest as it returns to join its ancestors under the watchful eye of the Great Spirit." With those final words, they all ate, enjoying the taste and promise of another good year.
"Do you plan on leaving?" Ipiktok asked, seated by his eldest daughter.
"I... yes." Atka nodded resolutely. "It is my calling to help preserve my tribe, our way of life, by protecting Canada at large."
Ipiktok patted her on the back. "Then I support you wholeheartedly. Just don't forget to visit. No matter where you go, you're always one of us. And we'll always be family."
Atka smiled softly. "Thank you, father." She embraced him. "I'll miss you when I leave in a few months."
"As will I. And many others. But I'll be damned if we forget about that surprisingly girl that wanted to hunt, to be a warrior." Ipiktok grinned.
The aforementioned girl drew back, matching his expression. "I'll hold you to that, then."
Present Day
A gentle shake of the shoulder drew Atka out of her reverie. "You were smiling absently," Janina explained.
"I was? Just... reminded of good times with family," Atka justified.
Janina smiled faintly. "Yeah, I've been thinking about my younger sisters."
"Do you have any specific plans?" Atka inquired.
The Infantry Captain sighed. "I'll tell you what, I think this war has made me too old for this sort of crap. I'm just going to get an office job or something and be happy about it. Boring, but..."
Atka chuckled. "I understand," the Inuit woman assured her. "Gives you more time to look after your sisters."
"Lord knows Gerlinde is going to need help being motivated to go to college when she graduates in two years," Janina muttered, referring to the youngest of the three. "And I'd like Katrin to go to trade school. She's stalled long enough. Your sister's going to be working for that 'Exalt Enterprises' as a doctor, isn't she?"
The Inuit woman nodded. "Yeah. And I have faith that she'll do well." Atka glanced over at the now-seventeen year old, for whom this party was also for as a general birthday party.
Janina followed her CO's gaze, smirking when she saw Nouja looking over a book on practical medicine. "Maybe working too hard. This is her birthday, after all."
"Well, somewhere around it, at least. We don't exactly have calendars in Nunavut, electronic or otherwise," Atka offered with a grin.
"Semantics, semantics," Amanda complained as she walked over, her brother talking to Isitoq about technical matters. She stretched her mechanical hands unnecessarily, folding them back for a moment. "I came to tell you the cake's taking awhile. Poinsettia came over to try and help, but put on waaaay too much icing, and Yaralria's trying to clean it up."
Atka sighed. "Can't be helped. How about we sit down for awhile in the meantime," the Colonel suggested. Receiving a nod from the two, the three women sat down by their other squadmates, Sarah and Masambe.
Janina raised an eyebrow, noticing an unfamiliar series on the screen of the nearby TV. "What are you watching so intently, Sarah?"
"Gurren Lagann." The Chinese sniper glanced at the smiling German infantry with a bit of indignation. "Golin was watching it with Marabelle, and I figured I might as well. It's... surprisingly good."
"You ought to try and learn telekinesis. Show off a telekinetic drill to your son," Masambe joked.
Sarah glared at him for a moment, before returning her focus to the screen just in time to hear 'Later, buddy.' N-No... he was my favorite!
Atka exchanged glances with her second-in-command as Amanda went over to console the grieving Sarah. "I'll... go check on the cake."
"A wise plan," Janina replied in a low tone.
XCOM Headquarters, Somewhere in Siberia
2300 Hours, December 13th, 2018
Civilian Quarters, Main Lobby
Atka looked around the room with obvious satisfaction. The party had been set up according to plan, couches and chairs from the small living rooms dragged out to the main lobby to allow the civilians to get together. A few TVs were playing some old movies, while the reception desk with lined with food and drink, though Atka had no need to indulge in the latter. Looking around at the happy faces and gentle conversations, she was reminded of a time long ago.
Nunavut, Canada
About 5 Years Ago
Translated from Inuktitut
The children of the village sat around a large, roaring fire, relishing the warmth in the winter that was nearly over. Ipiktok was in the process of feeding everyone a lucky catch: that of a humpback whale. Buniq and Isitoq took their food happily, the former digging in like a hungry wolf, the latter more reserved. Nouja was listening to a story about the seagulls from her mother, while Atka was looking into the gentle flames of the fire.
Ipiktok knelt down by Atka, offering her a bowl with whale soup in it, as well as a small bag. The seventeen year old girl looked up, curiosity sparkling in her eyes as she took her food. "What's in the bag?"
"Another gift the whale has given us in death. I appreciated the carvings you've made, like your own guardian spirit... and this time I'll give you more to work with," her father spoke reverently.
Atka carefully took the bag, setting her bowl down for the moment, and peered into the bag. In it were assorted pieces of the whale's bones. "This is..."
"Made good use of it. You have talent, even if Nouja's proving adept at her craft as well," Ipiktok spoke wisely.
Atka nodded gratefully, setting down her bag and picking up her bowl. With everyone now holding their food, Siluk stood, giving a bit of a disapproving look at Buniq who had already dug in. The young Inuit girl stopped, looking apologetic with puppy eyes, and the elder sighed, letting it go.
"We are gathered here, celebrating winter as it ends, and the first catch harkening to the beginning of spring," Siluk spoke, his voice as calloused as his hands, but a pleasant sound to hear, relaxing somehow. "In the cycle of life, the whale has given his body, not unlike Christ's sacrifice. We honor this by ensuring our tribe's own health with the bounty of the sea, and allow the spirit rest as it returns to join its ancestors under the watchful eye of the Great Spirit." With those final words, they all ate, enjoying the taste and promise of another good year.
"Do you plan on leaving?" Ipiktok asked, seated by his eldest daughter.
"I... yes." Atka nodded resolutely. "It is my calling to help preserve my tribe, our way of life, by protecting Canada at large."
Ipiktok patted her on the back. "Then I support you wholeheartedly. Just don't forget to visit. No matter where you go, you're always one of us. And we'll always be family."
Atka smiled softly. "Thank you, father." She embraced him. "I'll miss you when I leave in a few months."
"As will I. And many others. But I'll be damned if we forget about that surprisingly girl that wanted to hunt, to be a warrior." Ipiktok grinned.
The aforementioned girl drew back, matching his expression. "I'll hold you to that, then."
Present Day
A gentle shake of the shoulder drew Atka out of her reverie. "You were smiling absently," Janina explained.
"I was? Just... reminded of good times with family," Atka justified.
Janina smiled faintly. "Yeah, I've been thinking about my younger sisters."
"Do you have any specific plans?" Atka inquired.
The Infantry Captain sighed. "I'll tell you what, I think this war has made me too old for this sort of crap. I'm just going to get an office job or something and be happy about it. Boring, but..."
Atka chuckled. "I understand," the Inuit woman assured her. "Gives you more time to look after your sisters."
"Lord knows Gerlinde is going to need help being motivated to go to college when she graduates in two years," Janina muttered, referring to the youngest of the three. "And I'd like Katrin to go to trade school. She's stalled long enough. Your sister's going to be working for that 'Exalt Enterprises' as a doctor, isn't she?"
The Inuit woman nodded. "Yeah. And I have faith that she'll do well." Atka glanced over at the now-seventeen year old, for whom this party was also for as a general birthday party.
Janina followed her CO's gaze, smirking when she saw Nouja looking over a book on practical medicine. "Maybe working too hard. This is her birthday, after all."
"Well, somewhere around it, at least. We don't exactly have calendars in Nunavut, electronic or otherwise," Atka offered with a grin.
"Semantics, semantics," Amanda complained as she walked over, her brother talking to Isitoq about technical matters. She stretched her mechanical hands unnecessarily, folding them back for a moment. "I came to tell you the cake's taking awhile. Poinsettia came over to try and help, but put on waaaay too much icing, and Yaralria's trying to clean it up."
Atka sighed. "Can't be helped. How about we sit down for awhile in the meantime," the Colonel suggested. Receiving a nod from the two, the three women sat down by their other squadmates, Sarah and Masambe.
Janina raised an eyebrow, noticing an unfamiliar series on the screen of the nearby TV. "What are you watching so intently, Sarah?"
"Gurren Lagann." The Chinese sniper glanced at the smiling German infantry with a bit of indignation. "Golin was watching it with Marabelle, and I figured I might as well. It's... surprisingly good."
"You ought to try and learn telekinesis. Show off a telekinetic drill to your son," Masambe joked.
Sarah glared at him for a moment, before returning her focus to the screen just in time to hear 'Later, buddy.' N-No... he was my favorite!
Atka exchanged glances with her second-in-command as Amanda went over to console the grieving Sarah. "I'll... go check on the cake."
"A wise plan," Janina replied in a low tone.