Augmentations 3: Getting Even
Magoose
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Augmentations 3: Getting Even.
You smiled. It was a happy smile that you adorn on your face, as you finished the keystrokes on the letter to the Navel Office. It was beautiful. Every word purposely was chosen to exhibit your ever-growing discontentment with the current office.
But to everyone else, your smile was evil. "Gian." Fred quivered as you looked at him. The silver streak in his hair was a very noticeable feature… after discolored eyes of red and purple. "You're scaring me."
Oh… Maybe you were going overboard a little bit.
"That's the point, we're going to scare the piss out of all the people who have abused the hell of us, not paid us, and also denied us even the basic liberties that other members of the Navy have." You stated.
"But I thought we were just going to lodge a complaint, not email bomb every single member of the Office with our plight… along with sending virus' to ONI to remind them that, in your words might I add 'We are not to be fucked with, stop trying to kill us, you stupid assholes.'"
You huffed. "Well, to be honest… I just want to watch those bastards squirm a little bit for what they did to us. Nothing more?"
Fred raised an eyebrow. "And if it accidentally causes a national security breach that the insurrectionists leverage to create chaos?"
You gave a sheepish grin, to replace the happy one. "I will take full responsibility for blaming someone else for my mistakes."
Light gave a chuckle. "Ah, to be young again." He stated as he looked at the Email you prepared. "This is actually pretty good. I wish I had your level of wit my first time around when I told my first bosses to fuck off."
Fred nodded. "Didn't you build a space ship and went to space?"
"Details." Light replied.
It was nice to have Light be seen by the other Spartans. It made you less crazy and more weird than usual.
And was totally fine.
"And send." You stated.
You wondered how the rest of the Galaxy would react to this little galaxy shattering bombshell.
Eh… probably with indifference. Like they always did.
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Meanwhile:
The Office of Naval Intelligence: 1D100 => 67
The office was amused by the fact one of their projects… members and subjects were writing emails from a classified location, telling them that they are without rights and demand them to be given to them…
The virus itself was something that was totally neutralized by the security AI.s on duty.
However, Admiral Parangosky was not amused by the entire thing… and was really hoping that Giancarlo-131 would learn that there was no god.
There was only her, and he would soon follow her orders soon enough.
The fact he was making a fool of her by addressing her directly was… infuriating.
She did not earn her rank, her position, and remained alive by being careless and giving into children who did not understand that everything was for their own good.
Oh, how you hated Halsey for giving them too much freedom. They should be nothing but obedient super-soldiers…
Not whatever they were now at this point, with a super genius that was constantly doing the impossible on their side, and as a Spartan… instead of a protegee that would be better suited in a research lab, or RnD facility.
He was starting… to annoy you.
But you would ignore such events for now.
You would not fall for his childish antics. What he has done was give you assets… nothing more.
"Admiral… It's Fleetcom… they want to speak to you." one of your assistants stated.
Oh…
You smiled.
Well played Giancarlo… well played.
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Fleetcom: 1D100 => 98
The Admiralty Board was not amused.
But such matters would be left for them to figure out… and not teenagers who just brought it up to them.
"Tell Sierra 131 that his entire class owes him a debt of Gratitude." Preston Cole stated as he looked at the head of ONI's face. "And for us… this is the most fun I've had for a long time."
"This Tribunal will now be called into session. Admiral Parangosky... Please explain to the court why you have not allowed Sailors in our employ to recive pay, liberty and other rights of other members of this navy?"
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You smiled. "Eh… Wanna go bug, John?"
Reward: THe Spartans will be appropriately ranked when they graduate. They also are being paid a very handsome sum of money for all the training and services rendered.
You are now a very rich spartan thanks to your patents.
Also, ONI cannot touch you for quite a long time. Enjoy the freedom while you have it.
What do you do now?:
[]Buy the Beacon: Cranefield's eye twitched. "This ship costs over ten trillion credits. You don't have the money to buy this ship" "Yes I do, look at my bank account… Now, let me buy this ship." You replied.
[]The Last of Us: It appears that you have a visitor… one Colonel Ackerson. You might as well humor him before destroying him with a few words.
[]The Purple Passion: So, you went to the Mess hall, with your team.. .when Ralph walked back from an Experiment. "For the record." He stated. "I think I'm awesome!" He had a hole in his head from an anti-tank rifle… that was slowly filling in and healing properly.
[]Mind over Matter: So Sam wants to see if you can… well, for lack of a better word, use your mind powers to beat him at a series of strength games.
[]A Small Chance: John is boxing at the Gym… and then some ODST motherfuckers are trying to fight him… you need to stop people from getting killed.
[]A Memory: Kirk was a quiet one. That was why he came to you with Caleb. "I need some help… I want you to help me remember something."
[]A… Wait what the-!: Serin has a problem. You think something went horribly wrong with the augmentations. Mostly for one reason… She wishes to… have a relationship. Clearly this requires more study, because half the damn Spartans aren't emotionally stable enough to even consider relationships with each other, even when there is clearly chemistry between them! You blame Mendez for that.
[]Eagle Eyes: Linda cannot miss… anything. You need to test that, quickly.
[]Hero Too: So… the Spartans are a bit on the… confused side. Good thing you have a cure for that confusion… A Spartan Cultural Festival! What is Mendez going to do, try and stop 75 super-powered super soldiers?!... You Blame Light for this.
AN: enjoy.
You smiled. It was a happy smile that you adorn on your face, as you finished the keystrokes on the letter to the Navel Office. It was beautiful. Every word purposely was chosen to exhibit your ever-growing discontentment with the current office.
But to everyone else, your smile was evil. "Gian." Fred quivered as you looked at him. The silver streak in his hair was a very noticeable feature… after discolored eyes of red and purple. "You're scaring me."
Oh… Maybe you were going overboard a little bit.
"That's the point, we're going to scare the piss out of all the people who have abused the hell of us, not paid us, and also denied us even the basic liberties that other members of the Navy have." You stated.
"But I thought we were just going to lodge a complaint, not email bomb every single member of the Office with our plight… along with sending virus' to ONI to remind them that, in your words might I add 'We are not to be fucked with, stop trying to kill us, you stupid assholes.'"
You huffed. "Well, to be honest… I just want to watch those bastards squirm a little bit for what they did to us. Nothing more?"
Fred raised an eyebrow. "And if it accidentally causes a national security breach that the insurrectionists leverage to create chaos?"
You gave a sheepish grin, to replace the happy one. "I will take full responsibility for blaming someone else for my mistakes."
Light gave a chuckle. "Ah, to be young again." He stated as he looked at the Email you prepared. "This is actually pretty good. I wish I had your level of wit my first time around when I told my first bosses to fuck off."
Fred nodded. "Didn't you build a space ship and went to space?"
"Details." Light replied.
It was nice to have Light be seen by the other Spartans. It made you less crazy and more weird than usual.
And was totally fine.
"And send." You stated.
You wondered how the rest of the Galaxy would react to this little galaxy shattering bombshell.
Eh… probably with indifference. Like they always did.
--------------------------------------------------------------
Meanwhile:
The Office of Naval Intelligence: 1D100 => 67
The office was amused by the fact one of their projects… members and subjects were writing emails from a classified location, telling them that they are without rights and demand them to be given to them…
The virus itself was something that was totally neutralized by the security AI.s on duty.
However, Admiral Parangosky was not amused by the entire thing… and was really hoping that Giancarlo-131 would learn that there was no god.
There was only her, and he would soon follow her orders soon enough.
The fact he was making a fool of her by addressing her directly was… infuriating.
She did not earn her rank, her position, and remained alive by being careless and giving into children who did not understand that everything was for their own good.
Oh, how you hated Halsey for giving them too much freedom. They should be nothing but obedient super-soldiers…
Not whatever they were now at this point, with a super genius that was constantly doing the impossible on their side, and as a Spartan… instead of a protegee that would be better suited in a research lab, or RnD facility.
He was starting… to annoy you.
But you would ignore such events for now.
You would not fall for his childish antics. What he has done was give you assets… nothing more.
"Admiral… It's Fleetcom… they want to speak to you." one of your assistants stated.
Oh…
You smiled.
Well played Giancarlo… well played.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Fleetcom: 1D100 => 98
The Admiralty Board was not amused.
But such matters would be left for them to figure out… and not teenagers who just brought it up to them.
"Tell Sierra 131 that his entire class owes him a debt of Gratitude." Preston Cole stated as he looked at the head of ONI's face. "And for us… this is the most fun I've had for a long time."
"This Tribunal will now be called into session. Admiral Parangosky... Please explain to the court why you have not allowed Sailors in our employ to recive pay, liberty and other rights of other members of this navy?"
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
You smiled. "Eh… Wanna go bug, John?"
Reward: THe Spartans will be appropriately ranked when they graduate. They also are being paid a very handsome sum of money for all the training and services rendered.
You are now a very rich spartan thanks to your patents.
Also, ONI cannot touch you for quite a long time. Enjoy the freedom while you have it.
What do you do now?:
[]Buy the Beacon: Cranefield's eye twitched. "This ship costs over ten trillion credits. You don't have the money to buy this ship" "Yes I do, look at my bank account… Now, let me buy this ship." You replied.
[]The Last of Us: It appears that you have a visitor… one Colonel Ackerson. You might as well humor him before destroying him with a few words.
[]The Purple Passion: So, you went to the Mess hall, with your team.. .when Ralph walked back from an Experiment. "For the record." He stated. "I think I'm awesome!" He had a hole in his head from an anti-tank rifle… that was slowly filling in and healing properly.
[]Mind over Matter: So Sam wants to see if you can… well, for lack of a better word, use your mind powers to beat him at a series of strength games.
[]A Small Chance: John is boxing at the Gym… and then some ODST motherfuckers are trying to fight him… you need to stop people from getting killed.
[]A Memory: Kirk was a quiet one. That was why he came to you with Caleb. "I need some help… I want you to help me remember something."
[]A… Wait what the-!: Serin has a problem. You think something went horribly wrong with the augmentations. Mostly for one reason… She wishes to… have a relationship. Clearly this requires more study, because half the damn Spartans aren't emotionally stable enough to even consider relationships with each other, even when there is clearly chemistry between them! You blame Mendez for that.
[]Eagle Eyes: Linda cannot miss… anything. You need to test that, quickly.
[]Hero Too: So… the Spartans are a bit on the… confused side. Good thing you have a cure for that confusion… A Spartan Cultural Festival! What is Mendez going to do, try and stop 75 super-powered super soldiers?!... You Blame Light for this.
AN: enjoy.
