Human Excellence 2

Human Excellence 2 - or ‘In a world of acting, falsities, and space furries, a Human tries to survive as the Employee of the Month’ (Rishan Galaxy Furry, Human!SI)

I have to say that this is not how I expected things to devolve.

Sure, I had made plans for this disguise to last for a while, but I really didn’t expect this game of ‘Among Us’ to last as long as it did. Five months- fuck’s sake that’s a long time for me to keep my identity a secret from eighteen thousand crewmates.

I wasn’t even sure if the ‘Shower Privacy Protection’ worked as I had been told about, I just knew that no one suspected a fucking thing as I had yet to be cornered, captured and experimented upon.

This was the reason that always kept me on the edge, and why I had adapted to have a rather radical change compared to my usual. Waking up really early was one of those things as I had to rush the early morning shower without getting caught by any of my teammates.

Once that was done, I would rapidly get myself in my fresh pair of armored uniform, and put the used one to be cleaned up after I was done with my activities for today. Since the Sevneka was not currently engaging in any major chores, it was routine stuff which bordered on recurring and monotonous due to how repetitive it all was.

After three months, I was already mastering this act and, by Month 5, I was already accustomed to how things worked. It got so ‘easy’ for my body that I ended up getting promoted for being actively one of the most prolific members in the Battlecruiser.

A bit surprising, but I have to say that the ‘legendary subordination’ of the many troops all over the Katrician Military was as efficient as it was disappointing in terms of ‘uncommon forwardness’. So, whenever I made ‘steps forward’ when not ordered but I could do those, I would get attention and, if I did this right, I would get some rewards too.

Hence why, I suppose, I ended up becoming the Employee of the Month by the end of my fourth month in the Military’s service. Not gonna lie… I could tell something was suspicious about all of this.

I could have been able to buy the ID from the guy that had tried to kill me early on my first day of being in this crazy galaxy and I had ‘convinced’ to let me go by bringing him, but that shouldn’t have been enough to avoid verifications from the military to see how ‘true’ I was to what my name is.

Despite that, I went on with my life without any major reactions which may attract unwanted attention. And while this worked wonderfully during those last few months… It kind of created a rather difficult dilemma when it came to unusual circumstances.

Such as people grumbling about ‘Zofie not being in the kitchen’.

Zofie was once an independent baker before Vikna took her in as one of the ship’s cooks. To make it clear, there were the means to provide automatically-made food, but the quality was not on par with even the standards embraced by the military.

So, cooks were hired here and there, and this cafeteria was handled by the sweet dog girl with floppy ears, a sweet tooth and a cute German accent.

Instead of asking around, I just went on to check what was up. Zofie hardly skips this sort of chores. She loves to cook, she loves to get praised for it, and no one puts her through rough hours while at it.

So, it was mostly due to a fever or a cold, and after I checked the kitchen, confirming she wasn’t there, I walked up to where her room was, right near to where the old storage room used to be.

When I came to her half-open door, I was greeted by a familiar set of noises and voices. I peered through the gap into the room and-

…Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

I could see Zofie alright, the dog-girl moaning as she was riding a certain mercenary that was tagging along the Sevneka for a questionable amount of time as far as the Commander was willing to tell us.

Nytro was a friend to Vikna, so it was not a surprise he was asked to keep around some more. He was competent, but he tended to seduce people around. At the very least, I knew Zofie was being treated tenderly in that regard so that wasn’t bad. Plus, Zofie was crushing hard on Nytro, maybe even loving him lots from the way they were both seen sharing time together.

The gripe was that no one could man the kitchen and handle that chore on their own. Or actually, no one but me. I had the experience, the mental fortitude and the time to do this as I had a full free hour today before getting to work with some exercises.

I stared at the stoves for a moment and… groaned a bit as I knew there was not really much for me to say or do without ruining poor Zofie’s free time. Girl was so stressed at times and she was so nice- so, she is getting a nice thank you gift from yours truly.

“This is still not a Gucci day.”

Nonetheless, I carefully moved to the sink and switched up my armored gloves with plastic-like ones. I couldn’t exactly use my armor to prepare some food and, once I had everything set to start, I activated the automatic serving system and started to rush orders.

Turns out that it isn’t as simple as one would expect, and I had to put the result of five rigorous months of training and my few years of cooking for myself to get all orders prepared in a timely fashion. I didn’t have any time to take a break, and yet I ultimately ended up wasting the free early morning hour I had before having to run to training exercises.

I had dishes cleaned, the kitchen overall devoid of any trash or filth, and I even had the time to get Zofie a cup of warm strawberry milk and some cookies. Meanwhile Nytro had a nice cup of strong coffee like he proclaimed to like it.

Once I was done, I left before Zofie and Nytro had finished with their fun time. For the rest of the day I was relieved of the fact no one had suspected a thing and that I was spared any surprises as I went through my planned chores without any worry.

However, it was around dinner time that I was presented with a surprise. A small muffin with a lit candle on it together with my requested meal, a simple steak. There was a paper attached to the sweet thing.

Didn’t want to call you out in public but… Danke sehr, Herr Bukharin ♥♥!

I smiled at the girl’s handwriting and, retrieving my own personal pen, I wrote something on it

Likewise, I hope you can find the means to handle your ‘busy time’ with Nytro, fraulein. And… Gern Geschehen.

I thought this would have been it but… Zofie was not just a dog girl by appearance alone. She was also a… girl that likes to make new friends.

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AN

Ah yes, nothing can stop a Bavarian Dog Girl from claiming her much-needed dose of headpats, chin-scratching and belly-rubbing.