"What 'real work' would you have us do, between missions?" Koumyou asks quietly, "most of us aren't... very special outside of combat. For lack of a better way to put it."

He's not trying to put himself down with that statement, it's just a fact.

"As for storing information, we have paper." Sorry Devero, there's analogue stuff aplenty. "Stick everything on computers, and someone like me won't be able to do anything with it."