Omake time!
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Director's Bad Day -or, The Secret Government Conspiracy for Anna Sanchez' Mental Welfare
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Director DeVries considered the words on the datapad in front of her. Sudden signups for students wasn't all that unusual, given the sheer body of people to test for Valkyrie Core compatibility- and lord knew they needed every single one they could get- but this one was definitely unusual. Oh, she'd heard of her, anyone with sufficient clearance had, but for the girl's name to show up in paperwork on her desk… She needed to talk to someone up the chain of command.
It took a short time for the phone to be answered, during which she decided to indulge, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag and letting it out as she heard the voice at the end, "Ah, Director, I confess I have been expecting your call."
"What exactly are you doing? Why is Anna Sanchez being enrolled here? Last I checked she was still in psychological evaluation." She demanded perhaps a bit overly harshly.
"Trust me it wasn't an easy decision, half the brass wanted to slap her into one of the Three Hundred right away, but the girl's only sixteen, and the other half of the brass are seriously worried about her being able to operate as part of a cohesive unit without the strategic grounding all Valkyries are taught. And, frankly, all psychological evaluation, from both observation and a smattering of interviews suggests the girl needs to be resocialized. Badly." He replied, with a sigh, "Damn shame what she had to go through."
She took a moment, thinking on it while savoring the cigarette, finally responding with a bit of a grimace, "I suppose you wouldn't be sending her to the school if you thought she'd be a likely danger to the students or surrounding arcology. Fine. Who's her handler going to be?"
"There isn't going to be one."
"WHAT!? You're telling me you're sending someone like that here without a handler!? You better have a damn good reason for this!" She fetched another cigarette from the pack.
"To be blunt, the psychological department is seriously concerned that a handler could be detrimental to her recovery and resocialization. While we hope she will develop into an exemplary soldier, at the same time we don't want her overly dependant on a commanding officer to make every decision for her… also, having a barely functional biological robot for humanity's best warrior wouldn't exactly be good for PR." His words were precise, direct, and worst of all, she couldn't come up with a direct protest.
"I assume you're not leaving this entirely up to chance? I know you, you have some kind of plan." She accused, taking another drag on the cigarette.
"Correct, you are familiar with the profile for Rokusabe Yukari?"
"Yes, her brother's enrolling this year as well. Girl'd do anything within her power to make sure he remains safe."
"Indeed, we're going to have her escort Miss Sanchez to Perth. We can't control everything that happens, but we can set some things up so that they're likely."
She could see it now, the girl would ask the single best Valkyrie, in the same year as her brother no less, to look after him. There was the chance she might refuse… but if she didn't, that could easily help jump-start her recovery.
"Also, the instructors will most likely give the girl another security net, I doubt we even need to tell them to treat the girl well, but you might want to give them access to pertinent parts of her file, if their authorization doesn't already give them access. Additionally, by putting her in an arcology, we can have programs compile observational footage from the near omnipresent cameras in the place, so long as we keep this observation passive, she shouldn't notice and we can essentially have her under constant evaluation, nearly twenty-four seven."
She tapped her finger on the desk some, taking another drag, before commenting, "Fine, you win you old bastard. But if things go to hell, it's on your head, not mine."
"Trust me, if I could think of a better way, I'd be taking it in a heartbeat. Just make sure things are ready. We will be watching, Director." He finished, closing the call.
Looking at the pack of cigarettes, the Director had a sinking suspicion she'd be needing more… a lot more.
(Edit: Updated headmaster to appropriate in-story Director position)