watch me dance

[autokinetic]

Fractal makes commander. Bella doesn't replace him as toon leader - she's only eight and her commander still doesn't know how to use her - but Fractal's replacement, a vet traded in from Platypus who goes by Brighteyes for some reason, does. He spends a chunk of Flame's practice sessions every day putting Bella properly through her paces, and in their battles, he uses her like she was meant to be used: a dancing wildcard, too fast to hit, torpedoing herself into formations with laser precision and shooting from glorious whirling motion with the steadiest arm in school. Bella likes Brighteyes, and he tells her that when he makes commander he'll swap for her if he has to give up six soldiers to do it.

There is an announcement of a rules change: you are not allowed to perform the victory ritual without freezing or disabling all of the enemy.

This rule change is generally attributed to the antics of a Thomas "Sue" Sanderson, who coordinated his toon across the room without commander authorization and won the game before more than four soldiers, total, had been taken out.

It's a month shy of Bella's ninth birthday when Flame and Meerkat once again meet in the battle room.

"Freeze their mutie," Flame's commander tells everyone. "Don't look at me like that, Aegis." (People have occasionally started calling her this; she always picks it as her username or her space station name or whatever she's allowed to christen, and it's started to stick.) "You're not that kind of mutie, but theirs is. He can't do his hivemind shit once he's froze or he'll get iced. That's everyone's priority, clear?"

"Yessir," says each toon leader in unison.

They form up in the corridor.

Comments

[autokinetic]

"It's cause I got you and the last toon second made a stupid mistake," she explains.

[pythbox]

"If I had an army with you in it, I'd make you toon leader," he says. "I'd make you lieutenant of however many of my best people were too many for me to link."

[autokinetic]

"How many's too many?" asks Aegis. "And Brighteyes says he wants me when he makes commander, too, maybe you get into a bidding war with him and somebody who likes flex maneuvers like Rabbit's commander." She's smirking.

[pythbox]

"I can do my whole toon now, I don't know how many more," he says. "Maybe I'll just let 'em have you, so there'll still be somebody out there who can beat me."

[autokinetic]

"Why doesn't your commander have you syncing up as many people as you can, anyway? That's what I'd do if I had an army and you were in it. Everybody except me in a linkup, if they didn't like it they could transfer, that's how useful that is."

[pythbox]

"It's the other toon leaders," he explains cheerfully. "One hates muties, one thinks I'm a bugger in disguise, and one's just scared of me 'cause I don't make sense."

[autokinetic]

"They close personal friends of the commander? He let his religious ones turn down battles on whatever Sabbath too?" she snorts. "If you could link me up and I didn't think the teachers'd ice me for it I'd go in a link if I had you in an army that was all mine. Doesn't matter if it's comfy unless uncomfy makes you worse, matters if it wins."

[pythbox]

"It wins," he says, grinning. "But there's no point just winning all the time. Losing makes you learn more."

[autokinetic]

"Enh. I like almost losing for that. Best of both worlds," she grins.

[pythbox]

He gives her a quizzical look.

"You care?"

[autokinetic]

"For games? Yeah. If it's the kind of game where winning happens, I mean, not like the minefield where it'll just throw them faster and faster until you die and the question is how long that takes."

[pythbox]

"Oh. I don't," he says. "I don't even try to win unless I feel like it or there's something in it for me."

[autokinetic]

"Then why were you sending your toon Aegis-hunting?"

[pythbox]

"Because it makes them happy to be useful, and I like my toon."

[autokinetic]

"Huh." She starts flying, idly. (Idly she only looks like a regular soldier in top condition trying as hard as possible, not like magic.)

[pythbox]

Sue floats, watching her. It makes him happy just to see her in her element. He smiles.

[autokinetic]

"Commander'll probably chew me out if he finds out I was talking to you," observes Aegis.

[pythbox]

"Same," he says serenely. "I don't care, do you?"

[autokinetic]

"Might get me bumped down from toon second whatever Brighteyes says. If he's mad enough maybe he trades me to Rabbit instead of asking queen's ransom for it, though. Rabbit could probably use me as good as Brighteyes."

[pythbox]

Sue grins. "Wanna let him know, then?"

[autokinetic]

"Dunno. Might get bumped and not traded. If that happens I just put in for my own transfer, I think. I wonder if he'll find out if I don't tell him."

[pythbox]

"There's a dozen ways to make him find out without telling him," says Sue. "If you want."

[autokinetic]

"I don't think I want. Commander doesn't know what to do with me - except let Brighteyes have me - but he knows other armies want me, he'll cripple anyone who takes one of his trades even if he's mad, then we lose a lot and I lose my aura, you know."

[pythbox]

"Okay," he says. "Big secret, then. Let's get back to the bird game. I'm building you a castle way downriver, did you see?"

[autokinetic]

"Ooh, a castle," she says, grinning. She pushes off and flips through the air till she's on his side of the room again.