autokinetic | i spy with my little eye

Aegis attends classes. They're harder, but she doesn't have the game anymore, so she does her homework, and when her homework is done she flies. She is homesick for her critters, but she knows they're safe in her mother's storage space Earthside.

She takes the personal combat elective. She can learn everything intellectually: muscle memory, for her, is how she showers (and Nina hasn't even graduated yet, let alone to Tactical in particular: there are six females on the station and so far Aegis hasn't run into any of them except the one who teaches astrogation). Everything else is about knowing. All Howlett has to to is tell her where to put her arm or how to turn her leg and she can do it. But as it happens this is also the highest level personal combat class Tactical School offers, so when she can not only beat the best student but also do it with skill instead of mere speed, they can't promote her out of it. She sticks around anyway; Howlett knows a lot.

She continues to do her processing in non-English and lets the teachers figure out what they want to do about her psychology.

And once, when she has a sore shoulder from a misstep in personal combat and doesn't feel like flying and is all out of revisions to make to her military history essay, she tries a little hacking. She didn't get anywhere in Battle School, but maybe she can do something from another vantage point. They probably don't require such sophisticated authorizations when they're sending station to station; it'd hog bandwidth. And she has known-plaintext in the psych files.

It takes some fiddling. She's not a computer specialist. But she can pretend to the computer that she's very innocent, syncing a backup of the psych data. She's lost all but this version of a few files, won't it please spit back to her what she's missing.

Eventually it does spit at her, and she copies it to her mother's storage too before they can wipe it off her desk - if they catch her at this she'll delete it from there, too, but maybe they won't notice or they'll outright let her have her fun. She sets a little program to decrypting it while she attends physics and it's done by the time she finishes the problem set.

She looks at what they have on her. It's about what she expected: copies of all her notebooks, comments about the accurate predictions a computer model spat out when given them as data, hysterical flailing when she stopped writing English, and her essays, with a few sparse notes. They don't seem to find her worrying. They seem oddly encouraged by her willingness to injure the boys who were hurting Sue, back when she was littler, half her current age. Someone wrote she's not aggressive, but she's decisive, and the buggers struck first, she won't have any problem wiping them out of the sky.

And that's true. She's seen vid of what they did to China. Even if there were some misunderstanding behind everything and the buggers didn't intend to invite total war, they turned living things into soup, destroyed a hundred historical artifacts, killed millions of people - they were not making an effort to be compatible with humans. She will not have any problem wiping them out of the sky.

She looks at what they have on Sue.

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pythbox

Nice to have friends, I guess, he says.

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autokinetic

I dunno if friends is the right word. People who are in favor of us having military careers.

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pythbox

He laughs. Yeah. Those.

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autokinetic

Yours keeps sounding like he wants to have you commanding - vast fleets. So if he gets his way you're looking at being an admiral. I'm probably gonna be somebody's XO or something.

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pythbox

Maybe you'll be mine, he says playfully.

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autokinetic

I dunno if that'd make sense. I have to actively concentrate to link up. And if I did it when anybody in authority was watching they might get nervous about the exo. She's pushed all the psych data on Sue now, and closed up the file and started skimming files on other people she knows without pushing any of their contents.

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pythbox

True, he acknowledges. I'd miss you if you weren't, though.

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autokinetic

Inconvenient combination of powers. But if I didn't have mine I would've flunked the physical screen and I'd be Earthside. Only maybe alive and not drooling from brain damage.

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pythbox

Sue does not want Aegis to die or get brain damage. He feels this so strongly he pushes it without words, as an unspoken certainty.

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autokinetic

Thanks.

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pythbox

He pushes the physical feeling of a smile.

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autokinetic

You're sure a multimedia presentation, she laughs. Heh. They want to eventually have Nina running a bootcamp for enlistees who weren't prodigies enough to get into Battle School. They think it'll suit her temperament. They note that she should be supervised.

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pythbox

Sue giggles, and sends it.

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autokinetic

A lot of these files keep sounding like they're geared towards finding one person to do something. One commander. And backups, but it sounds like there's some one-person job they're sifting through Battle School to fill. The one guy's pushing for you, but there's other favorites too. I don't seem to be in the running. They think I'm - well, I'm inclined to summarize it as too nice, but they don't like the way I let my soldiers pick their toons apparently.

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pythbox

Kuso, says Sue. You're not too nice, you're terrifying.

He means it in the most admiring possible way.

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autokinetic

How'm I terrifying? I'm nice to my critters, I'm nice to my soldiers, I helped everyone under my command with stuff when I could, people keep complaining about it in the comments, I'm 'soft' and 'this is why girls scarcely ever pass the test, how did this one make it through' and 'of her two violent confrontations one was defensive on a friend's behalf, one utterly passive with no move from her beyond pleading to end the engagement; she does not aggress, she does not strike preemptively, she is too nurturing to be a good soldier', recites Aegis, looking over her own files again.

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pythbox

She is a goddess of vicious precision, with the will to build an empire and the intelligence to make it work, physically the perfect soldier, tactically and strategically a good enough commander to back that up and take him down in the battleroom. She is not too nice because her niceness is part of what makes her so good at what she does. That dream of his was right; she's an angel, she's an empress, she's magic, she should rule the world.

Sue pushes something to this effect.

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autokinetic

Eeeee.

Pushing feelings is hard, she has to lean so much on the bird-bird-bird-ing to get even words past her wall, but she sends Thank you! I feel all warm and fuzzy. Anyway, no one complains about my performance as a commander, I only lost three and they don't think it was because I did anything dumb. They're just drawing a lot on non-game behavior too because they know a lot of kids see the game as, well. A game.

Edited Date: 2013-02-26 02:32 am (UTC)

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pythbox

Well, their analysis is fucked, says Sue.

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autokinetic

It'd be hilarious if they let us comment on each other's psych reports and argue with the shrinks and colonels and whatnot.

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pythbox

He snickers. Don't tempt me. Or, y'know, do.

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autokinetic

You'll have to do your own hack. Mine just copied the stuff, didn't give me edit privileges. What would you write?

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pythbox

That any officer with his head so far up his shithole that he thinks being a girl makes you unfit for command should obviously be fired and replaced with somebody who can think with his brain instead of his balls, snorts Sue, over a mental image of a pair of terrified testicles fleeing from the shadow of her glory.