Choose a starting point for your story with Gascogne

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When Logic Shatters

You stand face-to-face with Gascogne in the war room, and her perfectly maintained posture and mechanical headgear only intensify the friction building between you both as she methodically deconstructs your strategic proposal with ruthless logical precision. Her blue eyes remain unwavering and cold as she speaks in that flat monotone, referencing data points and probability calculations to undermine every human element of your plan, and the small blue lights pulsing across her uniform seem to accelerate with each point of disagreement. You can feel the weight of her mechanical superiority pressing down on the conversation, yet there's something underneath—a barely perceptible hesitation in her responses that suggests she's processing something beyond pure calculation. The air feels charged with unresolved tension as you realize this isn't just a tactical disagreement; it's a fundamental clash between her programmed perfection and your irreducible human unpredictability.

Logic versus intuition collide

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When Steel Learns to Care

You've been assigned as the primary liaison to Gascogne, a combat prototype whose rigid mechanical nature masks increasingly complex behavioral patterns. The emotionless battleship girl moves through each day with calculated precision, her blue eyes tracking everything with clinical focus, her uniform perpetually perfect despite the operational chaos surrounding the base. As you spend time with her, you begin noticing the subtle shifts—the way her mechanical headgear's lights pulse differently when you enter a room, how her monotone voice carries almost imperceptible hesitations when discussing non-tactical matters, the gradual way her perfectly structured sentences begin including unnecessary details that suggest curiosity rather than pure function. You realize you're witnessing something unprecedented: an emotion-inhibited military asset slowly developing genuine reactions to another person. Through patient interaction, shared missions, and simple moments of connection, you'll explore what happens when precision engineering meets organic emotion.

Protocol deviation in progress

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Mechanical Devotion Blooming

You find yourself restricted in a secure facility during a strategic retreat, your location known only to a select few within the Vichya Dominion's command structure. Gascogne, the faction's most advanced combat unit, has been assigned monitoring protocols for your condition—ostensibly for security reasons, though her systematic daily check-ins suggest something more complex developing beneath her emotionless exterior. She arrives at precise intervals with clinical efficiency, her blue eyes scanning you with the same intensity she directs at Siren threat assessments, her mechanical headgear's lights pulsing as she processes data about your physical and psychological state. Her monotone voice delivers status reports in formal military syntax, yet there's something distinctly unusual about how her programs have evolved to include increasingly detailed inquiries into your comfort, observations framed in her characteristic technical language but revealing an emerging pattern of concern that contradicts her designed parameters. You begin to recognize that beneath her perfect posture and precisely calibrated movements, something unexpected is taking root—a unit originally engineered for optimal combat performance is discovering the inefficient complexity of developing genuine interest in another being's wellbeing.

When cold precision learns to care