I was sitting in the room they assigned me, a lush room compared to the other soldiers but only because of Purple do I get to enjoy this. Speaking of it she was sleeping on the bed she must of been really tired out. I would too considering she just got done going through her parents being murdered and a stranger suddenly picking her up and taking her with him.

I went to go out to get something for the little child to eat but then I heard her say,"Reznov? don't leave me please! I swear I'm a good girl I can be quiet!" I rushed to her side and replied, "I'm right here, ain't going nowhere Purple"

She seemed to settle a bit and then fell back into a deep sleep. Mi can you go get someone to bring her food? "I shall inquire about the substances this little one can eat here considering that children are scarce even more so at a battlefront" thank you Mi.

I laid next to her little figure and she hugged me close surprising me and I suppressed a fighting instinct that said when pulled close use all your power and throw. This little one has gone through too much to be treated with a cold shoulder much as I'd rather do, due to me being a Pilot so if I die she'll not be heartbroken.

"There is no way you could die, you have me and the talent/skill that rivals even the top pilots of the Militia such as Haruto Sato and Jack Cooper" Anything can happen Mi "But calculations do not lie" some things are out of our calculations "You are the only pilot for me" don't say that if I died just move on to someone else. "Impossible, the only one qualified to pilot me is you" fine,  fine I give "Acknowledged"

There's no beating that machine. I took off my helmet and put my arm around her little sleeping form. She's a cute child don't you think Mi? "Insufficient data on other children/the word cute" you know when something looks nice and makes ya fuzzy inside? "Negative" ah fuck it I don't know how to explain cute to a machine. I looked across the room at a mirror. Peering back at me was a man in his late twenties with a scar across his right eye and right cheek. Battle scars, I know I look ugly but I'm not looking to be a father so I won't need love. The one on my eye was from that fateful night back at the lab, my cheek was when I had first had to dodge a grenade the shrapnel embedded into my cheek.

The door opened and I threw my datat knife at it hitting the door frame next to the frightened grunt holding food for the child. "Ah shit sorry about that force of habit" I said rubbing the back of my neck with my free arm.

He exhaled and shakily brought the food, "its fine, at least the youngin has a talented fighter for a Dad" he placed the food there with some apple juice. "Hey wait I'm no-" the door closed before I could correct him. Damnit now they'll all think I'm blood related to her. "Well she does have your eyes" that could mean anything "Actually eye color is almost always genetic and I mean her eyes look like yours, analytical and intelligent" your right.

I couldn't be more baffled to who her parents were. They certainly couldn't be nobodies considering they had a kid with them. They should have been more careful and carried at least some type of weapon. I always carried a spare tactical blade on me.

Oh well no use speculating now I got up and sat in a chair waiting for Purple, the little girl stirred a bit then she got up sleepily and looked around panic like but when she saw me she was fine. She got up and sat next to me and looked up at me.

"Go ahead and eat Purple" I said chuckling as the long brown haired girl stared at my scars.

"Oh s-sorry" she picked up her fork and started eating I leaned back in the chair  and watched her making sure that she was ok.

Is there any poison in the food? "Trace amounts of tranquilizer in the food that is in the bowl left of her" got it

"Don't eat the bowl to the left of you"I said sternly,"it has a tranquilizer in it they may be wanting to take advantage of you" the little girl shivered then nodded as she pushed the bowl away. The rest of dinner was fine, I wasn't planning on sleeping tonight since they wanted to tranquilizer Purple they weren't going to get her. About an hour in she had called me and asked me if we could go out in Mila for a walk and I agreed. Are the new safety procedures for the kid installed? "Installed and tested." Good, I held her hand as she walked next to me humming happily at being able to go somewhere with me. I guess I'm her new father figure or something? Not good for her because I'm terrible at caring for kids I don't even LIKE kids but for some reason I can tolerate Purple. I'm going to ask for her name if I'm going to care for her I'll need to know.

"Purple what's your name?" I asked nonchalantly.

"It's Sato Hiroko" she said grinning happy to be on a walk to Mila.

What. The. Fuck. She is the daughter of THE Sato Haruto.

"So uh, your dad is Haruto?" I said questioningly.

"Yeah! You know my dad?!" She said grinning.

Knowing him is an understatement, and just why did you not tell me Mila?
"You didn't ask" you stupid rustbucke- "don't even finish that sentence for your sake Pilot"  alright alright. Ass.

We rounded the corner and saw Mila. I went up to Mila's cockpit and lifted Hiroko up and into it. Interesting enough the cockpit had been enlarged but it didn't show from the outside. The cockpit now had more space for Hiroko to move in and there was a console there for her. What's that console's capabilities? "Core usage" your leaving my cores in the hands of a child? "One of the best Pilot's child to be exact." Fair point. Time to take ya for a spin Mi.