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No Strings On Me
VillainousArk Grebin
Getting out there.
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Welp *takes a sip of Dr. Pepper* someone is about to have a very no good BAAAAD day 
GigaVanguard
Versed in the lewd.
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Pure fucking satisfaction.
How are people pronouncing 000's name diegetically? Zero-zero-zero? Triple zero? Three-oh? Triple naught? Oh-oh-oh? There's a lot of options.
Manfat
Getting sticky.
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It varies from person to person, but Three-oh or Zero-Zero-Zero tends to be the norm; he pronounces it Zero-Zero-Zero but most people lean towards Three-Oh.
MechPilot?Not!
Making the rounds.
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Nice. An outing for Liter and 000. Ark pedestrians might be a bit shocked to see a robot strutting about.
Commander did pretty good setting up for Syuen. So little time to prepare.
That's what you get, little monster, for attacking a demon's friends.
Syuen needs to change the terror level to code brown. 000 might let her live for a chance to kill chatterbox. How big is that grenade launcher?
Commander did pretty good setting up for Syuen. So little time to prepare.
That's what you get, little monster, for attacking a demon's friends.
Syuen needs to change the terror level to code brown. 000 might let her live for a chance to kill chatterbox. How big is that grenade launcher?
The Overlord
SCIENCE! both mad, mundane, and perverted
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Please for the love of all that is unholy, just straight up kill Syuen, she has assaulted a military officer and military property, this is probably like the once chance to get rid of her in a manner the Commander and 000 can get away with thanks to recordings and the spontaneous nature of 000 if they just shoot Syuen following its directive to protect the Commander XD
Something
Your position has been compromised
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Oh he's pissed.
I'm pretty sure it's been mentioned somewhere in thread before, but I imagine 000 as looking like a MEC trooper from XCOM or a smaller Titanfall Titan. So I'm just imagining BT-7274's little brother giving someone the stink eye after punching through a window and yeeting two people outside.
Zhead
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He basically looks like Gundam Barbatos from Iron Blooded Orphans.
Barbatos Form 3/4 for the most part, though after the battle damage and lack of total repairs he'll look like the Barbatos Adept for a while instead.
At least till he gets the Lupus and Rex upgrades.
Chapter 1.12 - Problems
New
Manfat
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"Big Guy, you mind picking that up for me?" We leaned down and moved the beam that Centi had indicated. She could have done so herself. But the size would have made it awkward for her. We placed it down, out of the way.
"Thank you!"
"You are welcome." We inclined our head. We still felt naked. We were missing multiple pieces of composite armour. Half our magnificent horns were still ruined. At least the technicians had managed to return our leg and thruster to full functionality.
"000?"
"Yes, Foreman Liter?"
"Hold this while I attach it." We moved the beam, our other hand extended so Foreman Liter could use it as a mobile lift. We had done much thinking on why we were left in such a deplorable state.
We had come up with two competing theories.
One. We were being punished. We did not know why. But it was certainly an option.
Two, and the more likely one we believed, Project Gemini was running out of funding. We were the Prototype, and our operational metrics exceeded all projected thresholds. That didn't mean additional funding would be approved.
We did not know if Project Gemini did quarterly or half-yearly budget reports and funding allocation.
We doubted they would tell us if we asked.
We would need to seek alternative solutions.
Perhaps we could petition the Commander or Deputy Chief Andersen for access to some of the specialised tools we would need for repairs. They wouldn't be as effective. But we also wouldn't be purely reliant on Project Gemini for repairs.
An acceptable trade-off to our sensibilities.
Foreman Liter finished her work, and we lowered her back to the ground.
We wondered if Project Gemini would feel we were degrading ourself by acting as a mobile lift for the Nikke? We did not. We wondered if we should add it to our next report?
The response could prove... humorous?
On greater reflection, perhaps it was best if we did not.
"You okay, Big Guy?" We looked down. Centi was frowning.
"We are well."
"You sure? You're not talking much even for you."
"We were repaired recently."
"Okay."
"They did not repair our horns."
"Your horns?"
"Yes. They are magnificent. We do not... like, we do not like their reduced state." She blinked, turning her head to the side slightly.
"Do you like them that much?"
"They are magnificent!" We did not understand. The more we thought on it, the less we were satisfied with Project Gemini's substandard repair.
"Okay. I'm sorry to hear that." Centi said.
"Got any ideas for fixing them?" Foreman Liter inquired.
"We have several. All of which will require specialised equipment we currently lack access to." Foreman Liter nodded slowly.
"Send me the specs on the equipment. I want to see what it can do." We did so and turned back to Centi.
"Even with the specialised equipment, the repair would be substandard compared to the original." We admitted. "We have run several possibilities. Thus far, no composite armour we have designed meets more than 85% of the original's defensive ability."
"The people who...made?" We nodded. "Made. You didn't tell you how?"
"No." We shook our head. "We have put in seventeen requests for full schematic access since their slipshod repair effort. None have been answered."
"Sorry to hear that." Centi frowned. We shook our head.
Centi.
Centi should not frown.
"We shall find a solution."
Centi smiled.
Better.
"Hmmm. You're right, it is specialised." Foreman Liter said, nodding. "But I can see several uses for it inside the Outpost. The Armoury. You. Even we can use it."
We tilted our head, slightly.
"I'll put in a request for the things you need. You put in one as well. I'll convince Alessa in the armoury to put one in as well. They'll know what we're doing. But they'll find it hard to say no."
"Thank you, Foreman Liter."
"You're welcome. Now get back to work."
"Yes, Boss!"
"Of course. Foreman Liter."
The request came unexpectedly. The line came directly from the Command Center. Centi and Liter had moved away a few minutes ago to meet Syuen. The CEO of Missilis. We did not know why a CEO of one of the Ark's Big Three would be in the Outpost.
We assumed it was important.
We accepted the communication.
"000."
"Squad Leader Rapi."We were not speaking. Not really. She had connected her internal processors with the system. We were exchanging information at the speed of thought.
"Syuen of Missilis is coming."
"We know."
"This should not happen."
"It is odd?"
"Extremely."
"Understood."
"I will connect you to the Commander's personal terminal. Please use the camera to record the interaction."
"Goal?"
"Insurance."
"Acknowledged." Rapi disconnected.
The feed stayed live. We observed the two Nikke and CEO enter the room. They dressed oddly.
A subculture of some sort?
Something told us we would regret looking into it. We shelved the impulse for later.
"Is the CEO in the room with us?" We noted the words of the Commander. We saw the reaction on the face of the smallest member of the Missilis delegation.
Hostility.
We stepped away from Centi as she finished securing a metal girder. We disabled background processes and focused on the feed. Diving into the sea of information.
Unknown presence.
Not malicious.
Altering video feed.
Not pictures.
Not audio.
Altering background information and composition.
Why?
We scanned.
Alterations consistent with the phenomenon known as Deep Fake. Someone was trying to invalidate the integrity of the recording.
We moved. Not physically. In the digital space.
Alteration diverted.
Intrusion redirected.
We felt a moment of satisfaction.
The attack redoubled at a speed that beggared belief. Multiple threads. Constantly evolving. Like the Hydra of ancient myth.
We responded.
Multiple vectors.
Scrap Code.
Replicating viruses.
The Hydra turned its attention to us. A hundred heads. Maw of fangs.
We inserted a line of code like a scalpel.
1 became 0.
The Hydra ate itself.
However, in doing so.
We realised we were going to lose.
Whoever was doing this had to be a Nikke; Missilis was not known to possess a Smart AI sophisticated enough to do... this.
Worse. Their processing lattice dwarfed ours.
Based on the opening clash. We were more at home in this place. It did not matter. They would overwhelm us with pure brute force. The invasive code took form, racing towards us and the systems we protected.
Hyrda. Chimera. Neamon Lion. Cerberus.
An army of monsters awaited us.
We moved scrap code. Enough to buy time. Raised like walls to prevent movement. We created while it slowed them.
Cruel.
Vicious.
Consuming.
Self-Replicating.
A virus not meant to simply infiltrate but to destroy software and burn out hardware.
They wanted the feed.
They wanted the video.
FINE.
DIE WITH IT.
The arrow was loosened. It struck the mass of oncoming monsters. We retreated. They had won the battle.
We would burn the earth and salt the fields.
You may take our home.
You shall not live in it.
We closed the connection.
It would take hours before our virus fully integrated and unleashed itself upon the system.
As the novel we had indulged in yesterday had stated, Tyrants have always been particularly susceptible to poison.
We observed the Command Center as the connection shut.
One tenth of a second. Was all we managed to see before the connection closed. Our full attention had been granted to the battle in cyberspace.
The Commander was on the ground.
Neon screamed.
Anis breathing through gritted teeth.
Rapi's jaw clenched tight.
The world narrowed to a pinprick.
Someone was saying something.
Irrelevant.
We tracked the shortest route. Around the building, down the next road. Turn right.
Irrelevant.
Through the building. Up the side of the next. In through the window.
There.
Faster.
We kicked off the ground. Thrusters igniting. We hit the side of the building. Some part of us noted we'd assisted with construction two weeks ago.
We went through the wall.
Then the wall after that.
Until we burst back out on the street.
We did not slow down. Horizontal speed became vertical. We hit the side of the next building. We did not break the wall down. This time we ascended. Our feet gouged chunks out of the side with each thruster-assisted leap.
This would be faster if we had claws.
A priority list shifted in the background, unconsciously.
We reached the top of the building.
We did not slow down.
We sped up.
Two steps. Edge of the roof. Jump. Thrusters full burn. We were level with the Command Center window.
Impact.
Metal spalled away.
Glass fragmented.
We felt our remaining horn impact the roof.
A small chip of metal came away.
Irrelevant.
Our hand lashed out. Fingers wrapped around the pink one's head. Material thresholds mapped. We could crush her like an ant.
We could...
We could.....
The Mass Production Nikke. Her head in our hand. The sound of rending metal.
We turned, seizing the other one by the arm and twisting. We pitched the two Nikke back out of the now-empty window.
At the concrete.
Three stories down.
Mass-produced Nikke would survive the fall. Missilis specialists certainly would. We leapt out of the window. The concrete shattered as we landed.
The two Nikke were already back on their feet.
"Surrender." Our words were strange to our ears. Guttural. Raw. Jagged.
We did not say "or die."
It would be cliché.
Also, we felt it was quite clearly implied.
"Wh-" The larger one spoke. We moved. The ground shattered. She had started to think. They were always more dangerous once they started to think.
Our manipulators ceased responding.
Direct override?
Impossible.
Point-to-Point intrusion.
Completely bypassing our countermeasures, how?
The Pink One had her hand up a red light connected us.
Our arms did not work?
Fine.
We boosted faster. Turned our body, and shoulder-checked the taller Nikke through the wall of the building we had scaled.
We turned.
Our legs gave out.
How!?
HOW WAS SHE DOING THIS!?
Thrusters fired. The Pink one gasped. Jumping. We grabbed her leg and threw her. She hit the ground and bounced. Twice. Before smashing through a decorative window we remembered putting up almost three weeks ago.
We had liked that window.
Something hot. A core of pure fire erupted in our chest.
Pain.
Pain.
PAIN.
We remembered.
The Commander on the floor.
Neon, Anis, and Rapi in pain.
Something else bubbled from inside us, moving along our body like fire.
So hot it made the pain feel worthless.
We turned.
The tall one looked horrified.
Good.
We jumped; she dodged. The wall became powder. A strike hit our lower body.
Strong.
Well placed.
In melee range.
Mistake.
Our manipulator grabbed her arm.
The pain redoubled.
Our vision blurred.
Our arms moved, smashing her through a support pillar before we punched her through the floor back to ground level.
We followed.
She avoided us crushing her legs into matchsticks.
Our kick punted her back out of the building and into the street.
We followed. Our vision cut. Everything was black.
THE PINK ONE.
She would take our eyes!?
We had more than eyes!
Impact. Hard. Sharp. Directly over the cockpit. The composite armour dented. We swung an arm around, hitting nothing. Our mind moved.
Sonar.
Repurposed.
Wireframe battle map achieved.
There. You. Are.
The tall one punched. Striking the cockpit again. We allowed the impact. She did not know we could see her. Our right arm. Fingers Tensed. Spear hand strike. We could tear her core apart with the counterblow.
We could.
We could!
We...
Mass production Nikke. Her eyes crimson. Our hand around her head. It shattered. Turned to scrap metal.
By us.
We...
We....
I.....
We didn't want to kill more Nikke.
We changed the strike, open-handed, palm. Across the stomach, she flew away. We pursued. A kick, the taller one landed next to the Pink One. We were on her an instant later. The Pink One could have run. Could have repositioned.
She refused to leave the tall one.
Our foot came down.
Resting on the tall one's head.
Our hand wrapped around the Pink One's.
"Do not move." Our voice was controlled. "The Commander will decide your fate."
"Okay. Sure. Could you move your foot off me, handsome?" The tall one asked. She had not seen us. We assume that was an attempt to appeal to vanity.
"Yeah, let Mihara go!"
"No. You are dangerous. You are threats."
"I know it doesn't mean much." The tall one said, sounding almost contrite. "But we were just following orders."
Indignation flared.
"Tell it to Nuremberg."
"Nuremburg? What's that handsome?" Appeal to vanity again.
To not know Nuremberg?
We were surrounded by Philistines.
"Are you going to let me go?" The Pink One asked.
"No."
"I could make you." We considered. She could.
"Do so, and we shall relocate you to the second story of the building behind you."
"How!?"
"With a kick."
"That would hurt."
"It would."
"So what? We just wait here until your Commander calls?"
We looked down. She could not see our eye lenses from under our foot.
"If you prefer, we could return to Plan A."
"What was Plan A?" The Pink One asked.
"We kill both of you."
"Were you really planning to kill us?" The tall one asked from under our foot.
"Did we give you a different impression?"
"I mean, you did start with 'surrender'."
"We felt the 'or die' was implied well enough."
"Fair point, handsome."
"What do you do for fun around here anyway?" The Pink one's words were partially muffled by our hand.
"Yuni is now really the time?"
"I'm bored."
"We assist in construction."
"Construction, really?"
"We find it pleasing."
"Didn't you just demolish a lot of stuff fighting us?"
"We did; we shall apologise later."
"To us?" The Pink One asked.
"No."
"You're mean." We chose not to dignify that with a response.
"000?" The connection activated. We made sure the two outside didn't hear anything. We did not imagine the Commander would order their deaths. But if he did... we would prefer they not know what was happening before we acted.
"Yes, Commander."
"You okay?"
"Yes, Commander."
"Enemy Combatants?"
"Neutralised."
"When you say neutralised, do you mean dead or incapacitated?"
"Currently incapacitated."
"Oh, good."
"You take any damage?" We reviewed.
"No significant damage. Composite armour over the cockpit will require replacement."
We did not mention the 0.87 grams of metal chipped from our remaining horn.
The sacrifices we made.
"Most people would call that significant."
"We consider it insignificant against the potential cost of inaction."
"...That's weirdly sweet."
"Status of Neon, Anis, Rapi, and yourself, Commander?"
"Not pleased. But we'll be fine."
"Any chance you could get off my head now, handsome? Syuen told me she and the Commander cut a deal."
We muted our conversation for a moment.
"No." We unmuted the connection. "Commander requesting orders."
"Syuen and I have made a deal. Also, no one else can hear this, right?"
"Correct."
"Thanks for the save. She was so flustered that I actually had leverage to work with. I mean, she's probably going to try to kill us at some point. But it'll be later. Not now."
A problem for tomorrow, then.
"And the enemy combatants?"
"Let 'em go. They're leaving." We complied.
"Oh, thank you. My neck was getting a cramp. See you later, handsome." The tall one stood.
"Great, I can see again. Mihara, I want to play!" The Pink One said.
We allowed them to walk away.
"Goodbye." We waved. That actually made the Tall One laugh. The Pink One waved back.
They were strange.
"Alright, 000, we'll have a briefing for you tomorrow. We'll come down to the motor pool for it. May drop down tonight, but I gotta get this sorted."
"Understood."
"Got any plans for the rest of the day?" We looked at the devastation we had caused in the short fight.
"We shall apologise to Foreman Liter."
"Ohhh. Yeah. Good luck. Call if you need backup."
"Will do."
"Oh! That's another first!" We blinked. "Anyway, seriously call if you need anything." The line closed.
We sighed.
We were not looking forward to this.
I hadn't bothered with being subtle.
I called Andersen the second Syuen was out of my damned base. As soon as he heard what we'd discussed, he'd cleared his calendar and called us down.
Us.
Not me.
Andersen had requested every member of Counters. 000 was joining through a video call. Andersen's office building absolutely would not admit the almost nine-foot-tall war machine. I'd also got a bit of good news for once. 000 had told me about the intrusion that made the video from my console useless. We'd checked the phones. The recordings were static, and the audio was so garbled as to be incomprehensible.
I don't know what kind of countermeasures Syuen had. But she'd cleanly removed all of my attempts at leverage.
So I thought anyway.
Neon's glasses?
They'd recorded it all flawlessly. We had it. Crystal clear. Syuen's arrival. My unfortunate foot-in-the-mouth moment. The 'correction' Syuen attempted and an absolutely furious; there wasn't another word for it. 000 breaking through the window and forcibly removing Mihara and Yuni.
The horrified look on Syuen's face as 000 breached the Command Center was my Combilink's background now.
It gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling just looking at it.
I didn't knock this time. Not because I wanted to be rude. The door opened before I could. Andersen was sitting in his chair. Looking at me over laced fingers.
He was furious.
"Shepard."
"Andersen."
"Counters."
"Deputy Chief."
"Take a seat." Andersen hit two keys. The wall of the office projected a holo-image of 000.
"Commander." He inclined his head. "Neon, Anis, Rapi. Deputy Chief Andersen."
"Good. As much as I'd like to get to the important part. I have to go over this first." Andersen turned to 000's image. "Why did you engage the Missilis Nikke?"
"We saw the Commander in imminent danger. Given the visible situation, Missilis Nikke were considered to be the likely primary threat vector. As such, we removed them. After which, when they did not stand down, we engaged them."
Andersen nodded slowly.
"Okay, that fits. It matches one of the two provisions that Project Gemini installed to allow you to engage Nikke. Good."
Yeah. Good. Sure.
So why didn't it feel like the truth?
"To be clear, you assessed Mihara and Yuni as an immediate threat to a human officer before engaging. Correct?"
"Affirmative."
Lie.
I didn't know how I knew.
But I knew I was right.
"Okay. I apologise for the next part, 000. But it's important that we get it down properly. Nikke can not lie when given a direct request for information by a commanding officer. Unless forbidden by a higher-ranking officer. But they can bend the truth if the request wasn't clear enough."
Andersen took a deep breath.
"I am ordering you, 000. To confirm if my previous point on your engagement of the Missilis Nikke was correct and you acted within your guidelines after, not before, calculating the odds."
"Affirmative."
Instant.
Rehearsed.
Lie.
My eyes narrowed. That shouldn't be possible. Not the way he'd just done it. Not against a direct order. NIMPH prevented Nikke from lying when asked like that. Project Gemini's provisions should be the same. Yet 000 had lied. I couldn't prove it. But I was sure.
Did that mean that the protections that Project Gemini put in place didn't work? Or had 000 evolved around them?
More importantly, did I care?
...No.
No, I didn't.
It could cause problems later, sure. But I didn't agree, ethically or emotionally, with the absolute obedience that the NIMPH created.
Neuro-Implanted Machine for the Protection of Humans.
Ha.
More like implanted for the control of Nikke.
It's not that I didn't see the edge cases or that NIMPH didn't have some positive points. Helping suppress fear or horror during combat. But I don't think that the edge cases justified the abuse. Studying the Ark's rules and laws over the last few weeks had also made me very, very aware. That I should. Never. Ever. Admit that out loud.
"Good. Glad we sorted that out." Andersen smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"You good, Tin Man?" Anis spoke up. Andersen rolled his eyes but didn't interrupt.
"We are fine." I opened my mouth. I swear the Frame almost looked churlish. "Minor damage to composite armour over cockpit. We have put in a repair request. We have not received an answer."
"Project Gemini's budget review is in two months. I wouldn't expect much before then." Andersen cut in. 000 nodded.
"Now onto the important part. Missilis' hunting expedition." Andersen rubbed his eyes as he took a deep breath.
"Chatterbox." No one moved. But I swore that something about 000 became more predatory.
"Sorry, Commander."
"Not your fault, Rapi." I forced a smile.
"It's both your faults. Now we have to deal with it." Andersen stated. "You didn't resurrect an old nightmare. But Syuen had to notice you looking into it. Then she must have done some digging on her own. The fact you were low enough on the food chain to lean on probably made her day."
Sadistic bitch.
"Yeah." Andersen agreed.
Oh... I'd said that out loud.
"Syuen wants you to hunt and bring the thing back for study."
He paused, considering his next words carefully.
"There are no words. In any language. That can properly express. Just how fucking stupid of an idea that is. However, given the situation. Syuen is going to try. Now, if it were just her getting killed. I'd write the whole thing off as a net gain and go get another hour of sleep."
He let out a groan.
"Unfortunately, I can't do that. So here's what's going to happen. You are going to go back to the Outpost and mind your damned business for the next 48 hours. I don't care if God himself descends from heaven and tells you to do something. You tell him it can wait."
"I am going to lean on Syuen."
"What?"
"You heard me, Shepard. I'm going to lean on Syuen. That recording you have? Gold. Sure, she could play it off. But I get Enikk involved? I don't doubt she'd get out of it sooner or later. But Syuen would lose more than a pound of flesh."
Andersen smiled. It was not pleasant.
"Mean time, I'm going to send as much Anti-Tyrant ammunition to you as I can without someone jumping down my throat about it."
"Andersen?"
"Yes, Shepard?"
"What do you want out of Syuen?"
"Well, since her dropping dead is too much to ask. I'm going to force the issue. The operation happens under joint oversight. Mine primarily. She agrees to Absolute and Matis being in the AO as support."
"You think she'll agree?"
"I think she will. Option B is that she takes her chances in the court of public opinion alongside an actual court of law. Somehow, I don't think she wants that."
"Isn't it dangerous? Threaten a member of the Big Three like this?"
Andersen looked at me. Then started laughing. It began as a chuckle and turned into a full-blown belly laugh. Tears were streaming down his face as he tried to catch his breath.
Rapi's eyes narrowed.
Anis didn't joke.
God, today was weird.
"Oh. Thanks, Shepard. I needed that." He shook his head. "Don't worry about me. My scale for danger is a little broken. Syuen doesn't even scrape my threshold for dangerous."
"Right. Good to know. Thanks, Sir."
"Yeah. Yeah. Alright, get out of here, Shepard. You got two days of sitting on your hands to get too."
"On it. I'll take a two-day vacation."
"You do that." Andersen nodded slowly. "Oh, and Shepard?"
"Yes, Sir?" Andersen met my eyes. He was not joking.
"Actually, this goes for all of you." His eyes roved over Counters and onto 000's holo-image.
"If you have something you absolutely had to do before you... well... died. The next two days are probably a pretty good time for it."
And wasn't that a sobering reminder of reality?
"Understood, Sir."
END
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"Thank you!"
"You are welcome." We inclined our head. We still felt naked. We were missing multiple pieces of composite armour. Half our magnificent horns were still ruined. At least the technicians had managed to return our leg and thruster to full functionality.
"000?"
"Yes, Foreman Liter?"
"Hold this while I attach it." We moved the beam, our other hand extended so Foreman Liter could use it as a mobile lift. We had done much thinking on why we were left in such a deplorable state.
We had come up with two competing theories.
One. We were being punished. We did not know why. But it was certainly an option.
Two, and the more likely one we believed, Project Gemini was running out of funding. We were the Prototype, and our operational metrics exceeded all projected thresholds. That didn't mean additional funding would be approved.
We did not know if Project Gemini did quarterly or half-yearly budget reports and funding allocation.
We doubted they would tell us if we asked.
We would need to seek alternative solutions.
Perhaps we could petition the Commander or Deputy Chief Andersen for access to some of the specialised tools we would need for repairs. They wouldn't be as effective. But we also wouldn't be purely reliant on Project Gemini for repairs.
An acceptable trade-off to our sensibilities.
Foreman Liter finished her work, and we lowered her back to the ground.
We wondered if Project Gemini would feel we were degrading ourself by acting as a mobile lift for the Nikke? We did not. We wondered if we should add it to our next report?
The response could prove... humorous?
On greater reflection, perhaps it was best if we did not.
"You okay, Big Guy?" We looked down. Centi was frowning.
"We are well."
"You sure? You're not talking much even for you."
"We were repaired recently."
"Okay."
"They did not repair our horns."
"Your horns?"
"Yes. They are magnificent. We do not... like, we do not like their reduced state." She blinked, turning her head to the side slightly.
"Do you like them that much?"
"They are magnificent!" We did not understand. The more we thought on it, the less we were satisfied with Project Gemini's substandard repair.
"Okay. I'm sorry to hear that." Centi said.
"Got any ideas for fixing them?" Foreman Liter inquired.
"We have several. All of which will require specialised equipment we currently lack access to." Foreman Liter nodded slowly.
"Send me the specs on the equipment. I want to see what it can do." We did so and turned back to Centi.
"Even with the specialised equipment, the repair would be substandard compared to the original." We admitted. "We have run several possibilities. Thus far, no composite armour we have designed meets more than 85% of the original's defensive ability."
"The people who...made?" We nodded. "Made. You didn't tell you how?"
"No." We shook our head. "We have put in seventeen requests for full schematic access since their slipshod repair effort. None have been answered."
"Sorry to hear that." Centi frowned. We shook our head.
Centi.
Centi should not frown.
"We shall find a solution."
Centi smiled.
Better.
"Hmmm. You're right, it is specialised." Foreman Liter said, nodding. "But I can see several uses for it inside the Outpost. The Armoury. You. Even we can use it."
We tilted our head, slightly.
"I'll put in a request for the things you need. You put in one as well. I'll convince Alessa in the armoury to put one in as well. They'll know what we're doing. But they'll find it hard to say no."
"Thank you, Foreman Liter."
"You're welcome. Now get back to work."
"Yes, Boss!"
"Of course. Foreman Liter."
The request came unexpectedly. The line came directly from the Command Center. Centi and Liter had moved away a few minutes ago to meet Syuen. The CEO of Missilis. We did not know why a CEO of one of the Ark's Big Three would be in the Outpost.
We assumed it was important.
We accepted the communication.
"000."
"Squad Leader Rapi."We were not speaking. Not really. She had connected her internal processors with the system. We were exchanging information at the speed of thought.
"Syuen of Missilis is coming."
"We know."
"This should not happen."
"It is odd?"
"Extremely."
"Understood."
"I will connect you to the Commander's personal terminal. Please use the camera to record the interaction."
"Goal?"
"Insurance."
"Acknowledged." Rapi disconnected.
The feed stayed live. We observed the two Nikke and CEO enter the room. They dressed oddly.
A subculture of some sort?
Something told us we would regret looking into it. We shelved the impulse for later.
"Is the CEO in the room with us?" We noted the words of the Commander. We saw the reaction on the face of the smallest member of the Missilis delegation.
Hostility.
We stepped away from Centi as she finished securing a metal girder. We disabled background processes and focused on the feed. Diving into the sea of information.
Unknown presence.
Not malicious.
Altering video feed.
Not pictures.
Not audio.
Altering background information and composition.
Why?
We scanned.
Alterations consistent with the phenomenon known as Deep Fake. Someone was trying to invalidate the integrity of the recording.
We moved. Not physically. In the digital space.
Alteration diverted.
Intrusion redirected.
We felt a moment of satisfaction.
The attack redoubled at a speed that beggared belief. Multiple threads. Constantly evolving. Like the Hydra of ancient myth.
We responded.
Multiple vectors.
Scrap Code.
Replicating viruses.
The Hydra turned its attention to us. A hundred heads. Maw of fangs.
We inserted a line of code like a scalpel.
1 became 0.
The Hydra ate itself.
However, in doing so.
We realised we were going to lose.
Whoever was doing this had to be a Nikke; Missilis was not known to possess a Smart AI sophisticated enough to do... this.
Worse. Their processing lattice dwarfed ours.
Based on the opening clash. We were more at home in this place. It did not matter. They would overwhelm us with pure brute force. The invasive code took form, racing towards us and the systems we protected.
Hyrda. Chimera. Neamon Lion. Cerberus.
An army of monsters awaited us.
We moved scrap code. Enough to buy time. Raised like walls to prevent movement. We created while it slowed them.
Cruel.
Vicious.
Consuming.
Self-Replicating.
A virus not meant to simply infiltrate but to destroy software and burn out hardware.
They wanted the feed.
They wanted the video.
FINE.
DIE WITH IT.
The arrow was loosened. It struck the mass of oncoming monsters. We retreated. They had won the battle.
We would burn the earth and salt the fields.
You may take our home.
You shall not live in it.
We closed the connection.
It would take hours before our virus fully integrated and unleashed itself upon the system.
As the novel we had indulged in yesterday had stated, Tyrants have always been particularly susceptible to poison.
We observed the Command Center as the connection shut.
One tenth of a second. Was all we managed to see before the connection closed. Our full attention had been granted to the battle in cyberspace.
The Commander was on the ground.
Neon screamed.
Anis breathing through gritted teeth.
Rapi's jaw clenched tight.
The world narrowed to a pinprick.
Someone was saying something.
Irrelevant.
We tracked the shortest route. Around the building, down the next road. Turn right.
Irrelevant.
Through the building. Up the side of the next. In through the window.
There.
Faster.
We kicked off the ground. Thrusters igniting. We hit the side of the building. Some part of us noted we'd assisted with construction two weeks ago.
We went through the wall.
Then the wall after that.
Until we burst back out on the street.
We did not slow down. Horizontal speed became vertical. We hit the side of the next building. We did not break the wall down. This time we ascended. Our feet gouged chunks out of the side with each thruster-assisted leap.
This would be faster if we had claws.
A priority list shifted in the background, unconsciously.
We reached the top of the building.
We did not slow down.
We sped up.
Two steps. Edge of the roof. Jump. Thrusters full burn. We were level with the Command Center window.
Impact.
Metal spalled away.
Glass fragmented.
We felt our remaining horn impact the roof.
A small chip of metal came away.
Irrelevant.
Our hand lashed out. Fingers wrapped around the pink one's head. Material thresholds mapped. We could crush her like an ant.
We could...
We could.....
The Mass Production Nikke. Her head in our hand. The sound of rending metal.
We turned, seizing the other one by the arm and twisting. We pitched the two Nikke back out of the now-empty window.
At the concrete.
Three stories down.
Mass-produced Nikke would survive the fall. Missilis specialists certainly would. We leapt out of the window. The concrete shattered as we landed.
The two Nikke were already back on their feet.
"Surrender." Our words were strange to our ears. Guttural. Raw. Jagged.
We did not say "or die."
It would be cliché.
Also, we felt it was quite clearly implied.
"Wh-" The larger one spoke. We moved. The ground shattered. She had started to think. They were always more dangerous once they started to think.
Our manipulators ceased responding.
Direct override?
Impossible.
Point-to-Point intrusion.
Completely bypassing our countermeasures, how?
The Pink One had her hand up a red light connected us.
Our arms did not work?
Fine.
We boosted faster. Turned our body, and shoulder-checked the taller Nikke through the wall of the building we had scaled.
We turned.
Our legs gave out.
How!?
HOW WAS SHE DOING THIS!?
Thrusters fired. The Pink one gasped. Jumping. We grabbed her leg and threw her. She hit the ground and bounced. Twice. Before smashing through a decorative window we remembered putting up almost three weeks ago.
We had liked that window.
Something hot. A core of pure fire erupted in our chest.
Pain.
Pain.
PAIN.
We remembered.
The Commander on the floor.
Neon, Anis, and Rapi in pain.
Something else bubbled from inside us, moving along our body like fire.
So hot it made the pain feel worthless.
We turned.
The tall one looked horrified.
Good.
We jumped; she dodged. The wall became powder. A strike hit our lower body.
Strong.
Well placed.
In melee range.
Mistake.
Our manipulator grabbed her arm.
The pain redoubled.
Our vision blurred.
Our arms moved, smashing her through a support pillar before we punched her through the floor back to ground level.
We followed.
She avoided us crushing her legs into matchsticks.
Our kick punted her back out of the building and into the street.
We followed. Our vision cut. Everything was black.
THE PINK ONE.
She would take our eyes!?
We had more than eyes!
Impact. Hard. Sharp. Directly over the cockpit. The composite armour dented. We swung an arm around, hitting nothing. Our mind moved.
Sonar.
Repurposed.
Wireframe battle map achieved.
There. You. Are.
The tall one punched. Striking the cockpit again. We allowed the impact. She did not know we could see her. Our right arm. Fingers Tensed. Spear hand strike. We could tear her core apart with the counterblow.
We could.
We could!
We...
Mass production Nikke. Her eyes crimson. Our hand around her head. It shattered. Turned to scrap metal.
By us.
We...
We....
I.....
We didn't want to kill more Nikke.
We changed the strike, open-handed, palm. Across the stomach, she flew away. We pursued. A kick, the taller one landed next to the Pink One. We were on her an instant later. The Pink One could have run. Could have repositioned.
She refused to leave the tall one.
Our foot came down.
Resting on the tall one's head.
Our hand wrapped around the Pink One's.
"Do not move." Our voice was controlled. "The Commander will decide your fate."
"Okay. Sure. Could you move your foot off me, handsome?" The tall one asked. She had not seen us. We assume that was an attempt to appeal to vanity.
"Yeah, let Mihara go!"
"No. You are dangerous. You are threats."
"I know it doesn't mean much." The tall one said, sounding almost contrite. "But we were just following orders."
Indignation flared.
"Tell it to Nuremberg."
"Nuremburg? What's that handsome?" Appeal to vanity again.
To not know Nuremberg?
We were surrounded by Philistines.
"Are you going to let me go?" The Pink One asked.
"No."
"I could make you." We considered. She could.
"Do so, and we shall relocate you to the second story of the building behind you."
"How!?"
"With a kick."
"That would hurt."
"It would."
"So what? We just wait here until your Commander calls?"
We looked down. She could not see our eye lenses from under our foot.
"If you prefer, we could return to Plan A."
"What was Plan A?" The Pink One asked.
"We kill both of you."
"Were you really planning to kill us?" The tall one asked from under our foot.
"Did we give you a different impression?"
"I mean, you did start with 'surrender'."
"We felt the 'or die' was implied well enough."
"Fair point, handsome."
"What do you do for fun around here anyway?" The Pink one's words were partially muffled by our hand.
"Yuni is now really the time?"
"I'm bored."
"We assist in construction."
"Construction, really?"
"We find it pleasing."
"Didn't you just demolish a lot of stuff fighting us?"
"We did; we shall apologise later."
"To us?" The Pink One asked.
"No."
"You're mean." We chose not to dignify that with a response.
"000?" The connection activated. We made sure the two outside didn't hear anything. We did not imagine the Commander would order their deaths. But if he did... we would prefer they not know what was happening before we acted.
"Yes, Commander."
"You okay?"
"Yes, Commander."
"Enemy Combatants?"
"Neutralised."
"When you say neutralised, do you mean dead or incapacitated?"
"Currently incapacitated."
"Oh, good."
"You take any damage?" We reviewed.
"No significant damage. Composite armour over the cockpit will require replacement."
We did not mention the 0.87 grams of metal chipped from our remaining horn.
The sacrifices we made.
"Most people would call that significant."
"We consider it insignificant against the potential cost of inaction."
"...That's weirdly sweet."
"Status of Neon, Anis, Rapi, and yourself, Commander?"
"Not pleased. But we'll be fine."
"Any chance you could get off my head now, handsome? Syuen told me she and the Commander cut a deal."
We muted our conversation for a moment.
"No." We unmuted the connection. "Commander requesting orders."
"Syuen and I have made a deal. Also, no one else can hear this, right?"
"Correct."
"Thanks for the save. She was so flustered that I actually had leverage to work with. I mean, she's probably going to try to kill us at some point. But it'll be later. Not now."
A problem for tomorrow, then.
"And the enemy combatants?"
"Let 'em go. They're leaving." We complied.
"Oh, thank you. My neck was getting a cramp. See you later, handsome." The tall one stood.
"Great, I can see again. Mihara, I want to play!" The Pink One said.
We allowed them to walk away.
"Goodbye." We waved. That actually made the Tall One laugh. The Pink One waved back.
They were strange.
"Alright, 000, we'll have a briefing for you tomorrow. We'll come down to the motor pool for it. May drop down tonight, but I gotta get this sorted."
"Understood."
"Got any plans for the rest of the day?" We looked at the devastation we had caused in the short fight.
"We shall apologise to Foreman Liter."
"Ohhh. Yeah. Good luck. Call if you need backup."
"Will do."
"Oh! That's another first!" We blinked. "Anyway, seriously call if you need anything." The line closed.
We sighed.
We were not looking forward to this.
I hadn't bothered with being subtle.
I called Andersen the second Syuen was out of my damned base. As soon as he heard what we'd discussed, he'd cleared his calendar and called us down.
Us.
Not me.
Andersen had requested every member of Counters. 000 was joining through a video call. Andersen's office building absolutely would not admit the almost nine-foot-tall war machine. I'd also got a bit of good news for once. 000 had told me about the intrusion that made the video from my console useless. We'd checked the phones. The recordings were static, and the audio was so garbled as to be incomprehensible.
I don't know what kind of countermeasures Syuen had. But she'd cleanly removed all of my attempts at leverage.
So I thought anyway.
Neon's glasses?
They'd recorded it all flawlessly. We had it. Crystal clear. Syuen's arrival. My unfortunate foot-in-the-mouth moment. The 'correction' Syuen attempted and an absolutely furious; there wasn't another word for it. 000 breaking through the window and forcibly removing Mihara and Yuni.
The horrified look on Syuen's face as 000 breached the Command Center was my Combilink's background now.
It gave me a warm and fuzzy feeling just looking at it.
I didn't knock this time. Not because I wanted to be rude. The door opened before I could. Andersen was sitting in his chair. Looking at me over laced fingers.
He was furious.
"Shepard."
"Andersen."
"Counters."
"Deputy Chief."
"Take a seat." Andersen hit two keys. The wall of the office projected a holo-image of 000.
"Commander." He inclined his head. "Neon, Anis, Rapi. Deputy Chief Andersen."
"Good. As much as I'd like to get to the important part. I have to go over this first." Andersen turned to 000's image. "Why did you engage the Missilis Nikke?"
"We saw the Commander in imminent danger. Given the visible situation, Missilis Nikke were considered to be the likely primary threat vector. As such, we removed them. After which, when they did not stand down, we engaged them."
Andersen nodded slowly.
"Okay, that fits. It matches one of the two provisions that Project Gemini installed to allow you to engage Nikke. Good."
Yeah. Good. Sure.
So why didn't it feel like the truth?
"To be clear, you assessed Mihara and Yuni as an immediate threat to a human officer before engaging. Correct?"
"Affirmative."
Lie.
I didn't know how I knew.
But I knew I was right.
"Okay. I apologise for the next part, 000. But it's important that we get it down properly. Nikke can not lie when given a direct request for information by a commanding officer. Unless forbidden by a higher-ranking officer. But they can bend the truth if the request wasn't clear enough."
Andersen took a deep breath.
"I am ordering you, 000. To confirm if my previous point on your engagement of the Missilis Nikke was correct and you acted within your guidelines after, not before, calculating the odds."
"Affirmative."
Instant.
Rehearsed.
Lie.
My eyes narrowed. That shouldn't be possible. Not the way he'd just done it. Not against a direct order. NIMPH prevented Nikke from lying when asked like that. Project Gemini's provisions should be the same. Yet 000 had lied. I couldn't prove it. But I was sure.
Did that mean that the protections that Project Gemini put in place didn't work? Or had 000 evolved around them?
More importantly, did I care?
...No.
No, I didn't.
It could cause problems later, sure. But I didn't agree, ethically or emotionally, with the absolute obedience that the NIMPH created.
Neuro-Implanted Machine for the Protection of Humans.
Ha.
More like implanted for the control of Nikke.
It's not that I didn't see the edge cases or that NIMPH didn't have some positive points. Helping suppress fear or horror during combat. But I don't think that the edge cases justified the abuse. Studying the Ark's rules and laws over the last few weeks had also made me very, very aware. That I should. Never. Ever. Admit that out loud.
"Good. Glad we sorted that out." Andersen smiled. It didn't reach his eyes.
"You good, Tin Man?" Anis spoke up. Andersen rolled his eyes but didn't interrupt.
"We are fine." I opened my mouth. I swear the Frame almost looked churlish. "Minor damage to composite armour over cockpit. We have put in a repair request. We have not received an answer."
"Project Gemini's budget review is in two months. I wouldn't expect much before then." Andersen cut in. 000 nodded.
"Now onto the important part. Missilis' hunting expedition." Andersen rubbed his eyes as he took a deep breath.
"Chatterbox." No one moved. But I swore that something about 000 became more predatory.
"Sorry, Commander."
"Not your fault, Rapi." I forced a smile.
"It's both your faults. Now we have to deal with it." Andersen stated. "You didn't resurrect an old nightmare. But Syuen had to notice you looking into it. Then she must have done some digging on her own. The fact you were low enough on the food chain to lean on probably made her day."
Sadistic bitch.
"Yeah." Andersen agreed.
Oh... I'd said that out loud.
"Syuen wants you to hunt and bring the thing back for study."
He paused, considering his next words carefully.
"There are no words. In any language. That can properly express. Just how fucking stupid of an idea that is. However, given the situation. Syuen is going to try. Now, if it were just her getting killed. I'd write the whole thing off as a net gain and go get another hour of sleep."
He let out a groan.
"Unfortunately, I can't do that. So here's what's going to happen. You are going to go back to the Outpost and mind your damned business for the next 48 hours. I don't care if God himself descends from heaven and tells you to do something. You tell him it can wait."
"I am going to lean on Syuen."
"What?"
"You heard me, Shepard. I'm going to lean on Syuen. That recording you have? Gold. Sure, she could play it off. But I get Enikk involved? I don't doubt she'd get out of it sooner or later. But Syuen would lose more than a pound of flesh."
Andersen smiled. It was not pleasant.
"Mean time, I'm going to send as much Anti-Tyrant ammunition to you as I can without someone jumping down my throat about it."
"Andersen?"
"Yes, Shepard?"
"What do you want out of Syuen?"
"Well, since her dropping dead is too much to ask. I'm going to force the issue. The operation happens under joint oversight. Mine primarily. She agrees to Absolute and Matis being in the AO as support."
"You think she'll agree?"
"I think she will. Option B is that she takes her chances in the court of public opinion alongside an actual court of law. Somehow, I don't think she wants that."
"Isn't it dangerous? Threaten a member of the Big Three like this?"
Andersen looked at me. Then started laughing. It began as a chuckle and turned into a full-blown belly laugh. Tears were streaming down his face as he tried to catch his breath.
Rapi's eyes narrowed.
Anis didn't joke.
God, today was weird.
"Oh. Thanks, Shepard. I needed that." He shook his head. "Don't worry about me. My scale for danger is a little broken. Syuen doesn't even scrape my threshold for dangerous."
"Right. Good to know. Thanks, Sir."
"Yeah. Yeah. Alright, get out of here, Shepard. You got two days of sitting on your hands to get too."
"On it. I'll take a two-day vacation."
"You do that." Andersen nodded slowly. "Oh, and Shepard?"
"Yes, Sir?" Andersen met my eyes. He was not joking.
"Actually, this goes for all of you." His eyes roved over Counters and onto 000's holo-image.
"If you have something you absolutely had to do before you... well... died. The next two days are probably a pretty good time for it."
And wasn't that a sobering reminder of reality?
"Understood, Sir."
END
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Yea gundam pilots are basically mha heroes. Basically going into blood rage and tearing themselves apart if it means kicking your ass 1% harder. These people are a different breed
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Haha. That face is definitely a funny one. I'm picturing the April fools event with Nikke Syuen that can't aim for shit.
This is why we like the commander so much. He sees all the crap going on and tries helping the girls while also being smart enough to not get himself disappeared.
The original badass. I like this guy.
She's probably into it. She's the masochist of the relationship. Yuni just might get attached to 000 in addition to or instead of the commander. Run away, 000! They are getting along with you!
Given how the story is going instead, we might not get kind wipes?