Well, compared to your average under-2m human, 5m is decently giant. It's where a lot of Transformers hang out, even if it's not much compared to Gundam or Macross let alone Chogokin or Tokusentai super-robots, or the silliness SupCom/PA gets up to.
 
Well, compared to your average under-2m human, 5m is decently giant. It's where a lot of Transformers hang out, even if it's not much compared to Gundam or Macross let alone Chogokin or Tokusentai super-robots, or the silliness SupCom/PA gets up to.
Yeah, 5m is pretty big for us humans.
Though I think Macross has more silliness than both SupCom and PA.
Atlas, ~70m tall: "I'm so tall!"
Galactic Colossus, 172m tall: "I'm the tallest!"
Macross-class, 1,186m tall, arriving by surfing down from orbit on a massive piece of debris: "What was that pipspeak?"
 
Yeah, 5m is pretty big for us humans.
Though I think Macross has more silliness than both SupCom and PA.
Atlas, ~70m tall: "I'm so tall!"
Galactic Colossus, 172m tall: "I'm the tallest!"
Macross-class, 1,186m tall, arriving by surfing down from orbit on a massive piece of debris: "What was that pipspeak?"
Getter robo, casually munching on Jupiter: "Don't mind me, I'm just snacking."

The thing with anime is that you can always find a bigger mecha, unless you're Demonbane.
 
The thing with anime is that you can always find a bigger mecha, unless you're Demonbane.
Team Dai-Gurren says hi.

As for Macross, one of the concept drawings for Macross 7 had the two mile wide city dome carried on Battle 7's back like Master Roshi's turtle shell, but apparently Kawamori-sensei decided that was going a little too big. Can't imagine why :D

On the subject of things that might make for an interesting destination, the wider galaxy in Bill Coffin's Septimus (DTRPG link, but it's a freebie) sounds rather interesting in the brief description it gets before being ignored in favor of a single dyson sphere out on the unfashionable end of the galactic rim. Basically the Star Wars galaxy with the serial numbers filed off, except everything is starting to break down because it turns out hyperspace travel damages reality a lot faster than a galactic civilization based on it allows time to recover. I haven't looked at it in a while myself so I don't remember a lot of detail beyond being disappointed at the lack of exploring that aspect in favor of blah blah future dystopia whatever inside the sphere.
 
As for Macross, one of the concept drawings for Macross 7 had the two mile wide city dome carried on Battle 7's back like Master Roshi's turtle shell, but apparently Kawamori-sensei decided that was going a little too big. Can't imagine why :D
Yeah, me neither :D
On the subject of things that might make for an interesting destination, the wider galaxy in Bill Coffin's Septimus (DTRPG link, but it's a freebie) sounds rather interesting in the brief description it gets before being ignored in favor of a single dyson sphere out on the unfashionable end of the galactic rim. Basically the Star Wars galaxy with the serial numbers filed off, except everything is starting to break down because it turns out hyperspace travel damages reality a lot faster than a galactic civilization based on it allows time to recover. I haven't looked at it in a while myself so I don't remember a lot of detail beyond being disappointed at the lack of exploring that aspect in favor of blah blah future dystopia whatever inside the sphere.
Hmm, I'll take a look at it. But my first thought, at that description, is that whichever Exile shows up there is going to teach them how to make proper hyperdrives.
 
Chapter 225
Again, apologies for this being late. I got sick yesterday.
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Chapter 225

When she finally came face-to-face with the two women, she wound up freezing. They looked a lot bigger from down on the ground. Also, the purple-haired woman had red eyes.

"Yes?" The bigger woman said, in a voice that was deep enough to be shocking.

"Uh, Ridget wants to see you." Tally said, recovering her frayed nerves.

"Alright then, we'll be on our way." The woman said, and then she and her companion walked off.

"Hey, wait, don't just run off!" Tally said. She sprinted after the women with unfairly long legs.

"It's not like we're going to get lost." Said the purple-haired woman.

"Oh really?" Tally said.

"There are three hundred twelve semi-fastest routes that we could take to get there. If I stop to describe them to you, it will take hours." The woman replied, not breaking stride or looking back.

Tally squinted at the woman while running to keep up.

It didn't take that long to make it to the central ship, where the two women navigated through the crowds with ease. It did probably help that they were taller than anyone else around. They took the ladders in the bridge tower two steps at a time, too.

Denelle took a moment to wave them back. As the two women slipped through the door, Tally could see Ledo was already there. Tally ducked out of Denelle's sight, and wedged her ear against the bulkhead of the office.

"-dget, Captain of the Gargantia. But I assume you already knew that?" She could here Ridget through the walls.

"Yes, you are correct. I am Penny Polendia, Exile commander, and this is my partner, Rachel Ezros, also Exile commander." That was the taller woman.

"Before we get down to business, there is one bit of housekeeping we need to take care of." Rachel said, and Tally heard boots thud against the deck.

Then a hand gripped down on her shoulder like a vice, and she was yanked off balance from her hiding spot.

"Evesdroppers." Rachel said, and swung Tally around into view of everyone in the office.

"Hi?" Tally squeaked. Ridget gave her a flat look, while Ledo was studying something behind them intently. Penny didn't look surprised and just gave her a warm smile.

Rachel set Tally on the ground. "So, while I have no problem with eavesdropping, I'd ask that you not talk about anything we say in here, capiche?"

"Why do you have a fang?" Tally asked immediately.

"It looks cute." Penny grinned.

Oh. Tally realised. They had meant "partner" like that. But why not "wife" then? What was their fleet like that they wouldn't be able to be officially recognized like that? And they were two of the more powerful figures in the fleet, as well, if they were here to negotiate something. Wouldn't that mean they could be officially recognized?

And where would they do it anyway? If they -.

"Anyway, do you agree to non-disclose?" Penny asked, interrupting Tally's line of thought.

"What?" Tally said. "Sure, yeah, I won't say a word!" She waved her hands.

"Great, then let's get down to business." Penny said turning to Ridget.

"So what are you doing here? I don't want people meddling in my fleet."

"I can understand that, especially given what's happening now." Penny said. "And to be fair, that's actually why we're here."

"And what do you mean by that?" Ridget almost snapped out.

"The circumstances in which the belligerents joined your fleet are ones that the Exiles must take responsibility for." Penny said. "However, due to a lapse in proper data collection, we do not have enough information to devise a method of defusing the oncoming storm. Therefore, we decided to visit for an information-gathering mission. In addition, it would put us in contact with you for when we actually figured out a solution."

"But you weren't expecting us to know that there was something up about us, did you?" Ledo asked, his eyes still narrowed.

"Not with this haste, no." Penny shrugged. "We knew we'd be considered eccentric, but you figuring out that we 'undervalued' all our trades and were fishing for information right after we left was not part of the plan. But since returning quickly would be more obviously aberrant behavior, we did have plenty of time for adjustments."

"Still, why are you trying to mess around with my fleet?" Ridget asked.

"Because we'd rather not see a civil war get started, especially in the largest fleet on Earth." Rachel interrupted. "Yes, we can end one, but we'd rather one never get started."

"You still haven't explained why we should trust you." Ridget said.

"Because we're trying to help?" Penny said.

"Also, we brought some nice, expensive gifts." Rachel added. "A nice desalinator, many panes of glass, a new weapon and shield for Ledo and Chamber, a thorium boiler, and a few other things."

"The gifts are rather immaterial to this discussion, though. We'll share our information now." Penny added. "After all, that is one of the steps.

"Alright." Penny clapped. "We have eighteen different groups, working in relative cooperation at the moment." Penny gestured, and a glowing net of connections appeared in the office. "First is one of the engine gang leaders, Halo. She wants your job, and is currently cooperating with the newcomers to get it. Next is…."

Tally's eyes started wandering before long. She glanced behind her, and noted how intently Ledo and Ridget were watching Penny. After another moment, she decided she'd slip off while no one was looking and get back to work. All she'd have to do is go out the hole she was yanked through-

There was no hole.

"Bweh?"

"Something the matter?" Rachel asked quietly.

"What happened to the hole?" Tally hissed.

"What hole?" Rachel smirked.

"When you dragged me through the wall!" Tally hissed.

"What makes you think there was a hole?" Rachel kept the smug expression on her face.

Then Tally blinked as the realization hit her: if there was a hole, then there would have been the sound of tearing metal. There was a patch on one of the larboard hulls' deck where Chamber had busted through about two and a half years ago.

So how then…?
 
Don't worry Tally, you'll get the hang of thinking with portals soon enough. Or of dealing with being confused in generally nonthreatening ways (or only accidentally threatening,) and then being glad they're on your side.
 
Don't worry Tally, you'll get the hang of thinking with portals soon enough. Or of dealing with being confused in generally nonthreatening ways (or only accidentally threatening,) and then being glad they're on your side.
Well, the last part is certainly accurate. Not sure about the rest.
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Actually, that was Tollan phasing technology. No chance of Tally clipping some part of herself against the edge of the portal, and it's a lot more subtle.
 
Tally, marriage is a social construct that only has the importance that any given society allows it. On Remnant it would be likely that partners are on a higher tier than spouses.
 
Tally, marriage is a social construct that only has the importance that any given society allows it. On Remnant it would be likely that partners are on a higher tier than spouses.
Uh... first, you did see the social changes I made during the RWBY arc?
Second, Tally doesn't know that. Tally doesn't even know that they aren't from a fleet. For Tally, fleets are the only way humanity and society even exist. Yeah Tally would, if she was SB-competent, have figured that out. But honestly she's a teenager with absolutely no reference points and no idea she needs to look beyond her own reference points.
 
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Much as it was fun messing with Tally and subtly showing off to her, we had a job to do here. Or rather Penny had a job to do since she was taking the lead for this entire plan, and was also better than me at talking.

And this was a conversation we would have probably had much later if Ledo hadn't noticed that we didn't sweat, and then started investigating. On the other hand, if we hadn't gotten found out right away we might have started our intervention too late.

But of the eighteen people currently causing problems, only two of them could really be allowed to get their wish - leaving Gargantia. Another two just seemed to think Ridget shouldn't be captain, not that they should, and the other fourteen were going to stab each other in the back and plunge the fleet into civil war the moment Ridget went away.

Huh. That would be an idea. Though faking Ridget's death would require a lot more trust from her than we're likely to ever get.

Still, once Penny finished giving out the ringleaders, their lieutenants, and some other information to the captain and soldier, we left. Ledo had been asked to "escort" us back to our boat.

Which all four people present knew that wasn't needed, but perhaps it was for polite fiction.

"Why'd you choose to give a weapon rather than something like a new piloting suit?" Ledo eventually asked, in Standard rather than the Tictian that everyone else on Gargantia spoke.

"Well," Penny said, "right now you're dressed like everyone else here. Since your old suit no longer fits, you fit in here. Besides, there are some threats out there you want a bigger gun to break their legs."

"Yes, but that cannon is pretty much a one-battle device." Ledo retorted.

"Actually, we gave you a custom version. It's not using lithium-polymer batteries, and it has a small perpetual energy plant in the grip." I chimed in. "Eighty minutes of actual firing time and it'll keep its charge as long as the duty cycle is kept below a third."

"Wouldn't that be dangerous?" Ledo asked. "High energy density can be very unstable."

"It's not using only atoms so it's not a high enough density to be volatile." I responded.

"Do you normally use weapons of that expense?" Ledo asked.

"Yes." I responded. "The differences between the Galactic Alliance and the Exiles in both doctrine and technology mean we can actually do so. Also, we didn't get you a suit because you're still growing."

"Also," Penny smiled. "The pebble in your pocket can be used as a communicator by you or Ridget. See you!" Then we jumped down onto the boat.

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The general looked at the two directors from the Bureau of Computers.

"So, you can't make more stringers?" He asked. The Bureau of Genetics was fighting over the eight DNA stringers provided by the Exiles. Their ability to rapidly and reliably synthesize entire genomes was a godsend to BuGen, and their projects had gone much faster over the past few months. Project E was continuing to create success after success, and Project L had slammed through a few test thresholds.

But even with the speed that the machines could create geonomes, there wasn't enough time to go around, and stresses between the projects had flared up as researchers fought for the limited machines.

"We can, we just can't actually run them yet." The one on the right said.

"We can run them, it'll just take way too much in the way of processor space." The one of the left clarified.

"Explain." The general gave them a look.

"The Exiles when coding the stringers, went overboard. We've been parsing the code and it's secure in ways we have trouble articulating, and probably secure in more ways that we haven't recognized. The problem is that the code is running on computers a hundred times the size actually needed to run the things, and it probably runs about two to three times as slow as it should." The one on the right said.

"So you can't just make a perfect copy because?"

"It's too expensive to make the actual computers."

"So you'll need to create your own operating system for a new stringer."

"That's the plan." The one on the left said.

"Very well." The general nodded. "Dismissed."

With that, Kerran composed a letter to the directors of the various BuGen projects, urging them to remain professional until BuComp had created more stringers. At which point, the stringers would be permanently assigned to the various projects by Kerran himself.

Hopefully, the veiled threat would make sure they didn't do anything serious until the situation got diffused.

And that was one problem dealt with. He wasn't going to ask the Merlins how many problems had come in while he had been handling that one. It probably wasn't more than one, but if was.....

The general shook his head and focused on the next issue to be brought before him. It looked like 24th Fleet, Hotel Squadron needed more yard time, but 17th Fleet, Echo Squadron needed their Hexalene division repaired.

And as the general of Home Fleet, he was apparently the closest thing to a neutral party around.

He hated it.

Still, right now 17E could supplement the home fleet in the recently-even-more-unlikely event of someone attacking Indigo Colony. Even if someone could attack, since the Exile dreadnought had crushed the alliance fleet their enemies weren't grouping up their forces and so any attack was going to get crushed just by the Home Fleet regulars.

24H, on the other hand, was still close to useless in any situation. They got the yard time.

The twentieth problem of the day was yet another case of two parties being too lazy to figure out their own compromises.Maybe they don't see me as neutral, they just see me as having enough free time to solve their problems for them.

He marked the report as not having enough detail and sent it back down.
 
"Report unclear, is your sausage currently stuck in the fusion core inspection port?"

Serves them right for all those damned "instructions unclear" incidents, he thought with a small grin. Sadly, there was yet another issue still waiting to be reviewed in his inbox, but he'd learned to take what he could get.
 
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Chapter 227

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Rachel
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Return Day 318/544

"So, Penny, it turns out we have a slight thing happening." I said.

"Hmmm?" Penny responded over the channel after a moment. "A 'thing?' Rachel, I don't think you could be more nonspecific if you tried."

"So, it turns out there's something very funky going on with the dimensional energy in one of the clusters the portal path goes through, and I want to check it out." I said. Specifically, the one 1,118,665 clusters from the top.

"I am not your director." Penny replied quickly.

"Yes, but I'm not sure that it's a natural phenomena." I explained. "And if it comes to a fight, I'm pretty sure my only option is to blow the portal. So yeah."

"Are you sure about that?" Penny said. "I mean, our units are pretty tough and can hit pretty hard."

"Yes, but we're talking about someone who can manipulate the dimensional energy across Hubble volumes at least. Even with only a 20 eV change over six seconds, that's still a lot of energy. And they're doing it across multiple cells. Assuming I actually know enough about dimensional physics to predict this sort of thing, then they can drop a cell down to Zero Dimensional Energy in about 1.3 seconds, which is not enough time to get out of here."

"I see." Penny sent a nod. "Then why do you think is remotely a good idea?"

"Because," I sighed. "The upstream portal was connected for two years without a hostile response coming in, and the downstream portal has been up for twenty minutes without a response. It's been fifteen minutes since I fixed the portals, and nothing has come to investigate. Either no response is coming in, or the response is tied behind an organic brain. If it's the first, then I don't actually have to poke the Grimm. If it's the second, then I have to start poking now and get inside the other side's OODA loop."

"Sensible enough." Penny said. "Tell me when you're going to start, alright?"

"Okay." I said. "I got this. Startingrightnow!" I mashed the mental button.

"Well I wasn't expecting that!" Penny said. "Remind me to smack you upside the head once I get back to base."

"Well, I have good news and bad news." I said. "The good news is nothing has attacked us yet. The bad news is I found a point source, and it's in the middle of an intergalactic void."

"Well, then whoever is doing this is doing it far away from everyone else." Penny said.

"Maybe." I said. "But we're talking a lot of energy, which would require a lot of resources, and then those resources need to be shipped to the void. It's much easier to do nearby a galaxy."

"Also, what do you mean you found a 'point source?'" Penny asked. "What's at the point?"

"I don't know." I said. "Everything within about six cells just bounces back and explodes instead of finishing the translocation. And I mean explodes across multiple cells, like a nine-dimensional shotgun. It's not the same duration to the bounceback though, which gave me the point source. And there are major gaps in the cell cluster, too. What should be the main part of the cluster got cut up into about a thousand subclusters. It looks like someone shredded a net and tossed it on the ground."

"That sounds distinctly uncomforting." Penny said.

"Yeah, I really wish I knew how to get the vector of a portal. And aim portals at lightyear distances." I groaned. "That way we could just bypass this cluster."

"Well, one must only use what one can use." Penny shrugged. "Do you think we're going to lose the cell with the portal in it?"

"Maybe?" I grimaced. "The models I've worked out either shrug and don't give an answer, or they claim that the entire cluster should be continuous in nine dimensions by now, or something else more ridiculous. At this point I feel like I should flip a coin to decide if we're going to lose the portal cell."

"Look, it can't be that bad, right?" Penny said. "Most of the cells in the cluster are still around, right?"

"'There are only some dead bodies around the office, what's the problem?'" I said. Then I sighed. "Sorry, just, so, I, we don't have enough information to tell. If this is a one-time thing and what we're seeing is the aftermath of someone trying to unlock all the secrets of the science by putting all the energy in it, then we're fine. If, on the other hand, this is from a continuous source then we are going to have problems eventually. How 'eventually' depends on how long this has been going on." I grumbled again. "Which, again, I can't tell because I don't have a model that actually works for more than drawing lines for this realm."

"Alright, alright, don't panic." Penny said. "You're still getting data, right?"

"Yes." I said. "Although it could be someone deciding to rip their resident cell a new one every fifteen billion years for whatever reason, or something more arbitrary that arrrrgh we don't have enough data." I slumped forward.

"Set an alert and ignore it otherwise." Penny said. "And come and help me with the Andromeda 3 intelligence."

"Sure." I rubbed my face.

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Return day 368/544

"Pardon me, could you come with me for a minute or so?" Someone said from behind her. That someone was Jeri from one of the engine crews. He'd been recruited into one of the separatist groups.

"Certainly." Penny said. "I am quite capable of following you."

The boy blinked at her phrasing. "Uh, alright."

Jeri sprinted, while Penny kept up at a more leisurely pace. He led her through a maze of pipes and corridors that had Penny ducking frequently. It took a few minutes to get to the location of the spot where his comrades would attempt to break her legs. "Attempt" being the operative word.

Finally they emerged into the chamber where the beating was to occur.

"Hey, lady." Said the ringleader, one Darius. A older man, blinded in one eye and with a bitter streak big enough to cover the whole fleet. "We've got a message from Ridget."

"Let me stop you right there." Penny said.

Then Darius's voice spoke. "Yeah, she seems like a naive enough bitch. And she's definitely dumb if she's supporting Ridget."

There was dead silence for a moment.

"How-"

"Silence." Penny interrupted. "You should never speak when you intellectual superiors are talking. Or to put a way you'd understand, always keep your mouth sealed. There are bacteria constantly speaking around you.

"You blithely assumed that I'd follow a stranger into a labyrinth. I followed Jeri because I knew you were pulling this dumpster fire of a plan, and wanted to put it out before anyone else got burned.

"And before you appeal to force: I am combat ready. And no one else here is." Penny grinned, taking in the puzzled glances from all the armed men around.
 
"Set an alert and ignore it otherwise." Penny said. "And come and help me with the Andromeda 3 intelligence."
On the one hand, they have effectively infinite time to wait and see what happens, and nearly as much dakka to throw at it if it turns into a problem. On the other hand, NO WAY THIS COULD TURN INTO A PROBLEM EVER AM I RIGHT!?
"And before you appeal to force: I am combat ready. And no one else here is." Penny grinned, taking in the puzzled glances from all the armed men around.
Meh, Penny being adorably terrifying is probably more important anyway :)
 
This anomaly seems like something they would want to find a way to navigate around. When something removes that dimensional cluster, it might be nice to still be able to move past the area.
 
This anomaly seems like something they would want to find a way to navigate around. When something removes that dimensional cluster, it might be nice to still be able to move past the area.
They considered the idea then dismissed it. Apparently there understanding of dimensional transfer isn't good enough yet.
"Yeah, I really wish I knew how to get the vector of a portal. And aim portals at lightyear distances." I groaned. "That way we could just bypass this cluster."

"Well, one must only use what one can use." Penny shrugged. "Do you think we're going to lose the cell with the portal in it?"

"Maybe?" I grimaced. "The models I've worked out either shrug and don't give an answer, or they claim that the entire cluster should be continuous in nine dimensions by now, or something else more ridiculous. At this point I feel like I should flip a coin to decide if we're going to lose the portal cell."
 
On the one hand, they have effectively infinite time to wait and see what happens, and nearly as much dakka to throw at it if it turns into a problem. On the other hand, NO WAY THIS COULD TURN INTO A PROBLEM EVER AM I RIGHT!?
No one is going to guess which world this one is.
Meh, Penny being adorably terrifying is probably more important anyway :)
Yup :)
kinda makes me think of chaos trying to spread out
I was not going for that, and don't really see it.
This anomaly seems like something they would want to find a way to navigate around. When something removes that dimensional cluster, it might be nice to still be able to move past the area.
Yes, it would. They'll deal with it later, though.
They considered the idea then dismissed it. Apparently there understanding of dimensional transfer isn't good enough yet.
Well it isn't a "transfer," that's just general dimensional energy manipulation.
 
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Chapter 228

The men pointing guns at her looked at each other, unsure if they should call her on that sentence. Eventually, one did.

He pointed his gun at the back of her head and pulled the trigger.

There was a pinging noise. Then the receiver of his rifle cracked apart as shards of green light pushed out, nearly stabbing him in the face. He dropped the rifle, stumbling back against the chain railing. The cracks widened, and a bird, made from sharp and pointy hardlight, rose into the air.

It screeched, the sound filling the cargo bay. The man slipped a little more, and Penny had the bird "miss" with a photon molecule cannon blast from its mouth. Five more men raised their guns and tried to fire, only for five more hardlight birds to burst from their weapons. As the six men fled from the room, pursued by screeching birds, the rest looked at each other.

Forced with the realization that they would have to put her down in fistcuffs, they suddenly realized just how much taller Penny was than they were. Or just how much muscle she had. Then a point of light appeared above Penny, and expanded into an even larger hardlight bird.

No one moved.

"Allow me explain how moronic you are." Penny declared, arms crossed. "Do you honestly think that you're the only one with a secret alliance? Do you honestly think your allies aren't planning their own sudden and inevitable betrayals?

"And regardless of which one of you winds up nominally in control of this fleet, no one would like them. Your actions would simply make the fleet suffer. You'd turn what was once a proud and strong fleet into nothing more than a few drifting ships, just because you desire power.

"And here's the thing: whoever wins only wins for so long, before they get killed as well. You rise by bloodshed, and you die from it. And you'll take a bunch of people who are actually trying to improve themselves with you, for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

"You don't understand how to balance things, so give up on your ambitions. They'll only lead you to ruin."

With that, she turned and walked away.

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Return day 381/544

"Hey Penny, I think you need to go tell the Purple Heart Empire that you haven't given them a divine mandate to conquer Andromeda 3." I said. "Because there's been a few policies the General Staff have just finalized that seem based on that."

"What do you mean by that?" Penny asked.

"These policies." I said. "This looks like an empire in the making to me."

"Rachel, didn't we decide on making an empire for the entire point of this operation?" Penny asked.

"Huh?" I turned to look at Penny.

"Yeah?" Penny raised an eyebrow and tilted her head. "We're asking one group to take over a bunch of groups of people on our behalf."

I blinked as I retrieved some of Blue's memories from high school history class.

"Right. That." I said. "Anyway, we're talking evil empire right here with some of this stuff."

"Really?" Penny asked. "It all seems fine to me."

"Penny, the Alliance Uniform Code of Conduct is not intended for civilian use, and it shows." I said, then stopped and blinked. "Heck, we're already starting to see problems in Indigo Colony related to that. And the Purple Hearts are planning on using their old Special Police Action protocols for general policing. You know, where a dozen Calibers blow holes in the wall and toss in noxious gas grenades in, before rushing in and depending on their general supersoldiery-ness to beat everyone up. Or you have two dozen Calibers on foot and ten in Machine Calibers going 'Galactic Alliance of Humanity open up!'"

"And?" Penny asked.

"And now I'm reminded that I'm not a Remman native." I said. "Penny, we used tricks beside big hammers in our Freelancing. If this is all they use they are going to get rebellions everywhere. And they're ramping up their involvement in their protectorates way too fast."

"Really?" Penny said. "Those people are desperate for help, and the Purple Hearts are the only way some of them can be helped. Besides, if this was actually a problem, wouldn't the Merlins or someone else in the Purple Hearts have noticed?"

"A, even if someone did figure this out there's no guarantee they would be heard, and B, these are military men who have spent their entire lives in a military hierarchy and they have a very limited concept of 'maverick.'" I sighed. "They can change - Ledo integrated himself into Gargantia by the time he outgrew his piloting suit - but they're not going to do it without someone thinking about it. And while Calibers are hardly dumb two or three layers of seperation can do wonders for fostering stupidity, and if we get stupidity with their setup we're going to see so many snowballing problems."

"I suppose?" Penny said. "Look, I'm not going to rush into this and risk screwing things up."

"Fair enough." I said. "I'll look through COIN operations handbooks and see if I can pull something together before the end of the week. Think that'll help?" We'd want to get the documents ready before the next meeting of the General Staff.

"It can hardly be harmful." Penny shrugged. "I should be able to develop a start of a civilian justice system for them."

"... Good luck." I said. Writing the Avalon Accords hadn't been that fast.

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Penny, being a sleepless supersoldier with access to several thousand law libraries and a beefy search program, quickly managed to get a nice framework of common law going. I'd already finished my job. I'd cribbed some notes on establishing semi-civilian courts during times of martial law, and synthesized a new variation on the "hearts and minds" mantra involved in counter-insurgency, and then packaged it in Standard, in the precise technical language the Galactic Alliance had used for its own training materials.

So two days before the next General Staff meeting, Penny decided to call her own.
 
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Return day 386/544

Her Skylord returned to normal reality with a shimmering swirl of color, coming to a halt with its pointy bow a millimeter away from Camelot Station's outer hull. And Rachel just rolled her eyes whenever Penny parallel-parked by putting the vehicle into a skid.

Ignoring the prerecorded message being broadcast - after all, she'd already heard it - she opened communications on another channel.

"This is Penny Polendina, Exile Commander. I need to speak to the General Staff." She said, straightening up from where she'd been crouching on the hull, hair fluttering "in the wind." Then she jumped, aiming for a nearby airlock.

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"Let us talk about perspective and cultural normality for a moment." Penny said, as soon as the last hologram popped up, showing General Caro Treble of 24th Fleet.

Twenty-five humans looked at her with purple eyes, and twelve AIs were probably confused as well.

"You are military men. You were raised by military men, with only the military culture of the Galactic Alliance to form your opinions from. This has been all you've ever known."

"The point?" General Sieba Kerren asked. "Also, why no 'of Humanity?'"

"The so-called 'Galactic-Alliance of Humanity' was the Continetal Union putting on airs and pretending they had a hegemony that they never actually had. Even discounting the Hideauze, they never had more than about twenty percent of humans under their control." Penny said, shrugging.

"You consider Hideazue humans?" Kerran asked.

"Should you Calibers be disqualified from using 'human' just because of your biological differences? I'm a Gilgahan, to be specific on what variety of non-Terran-ness I occupy." Penny explained. "What, did your subordinates not pass on that I don't have a spacesuit by the airlock?" She wasn't wearing her armor, since this was supposed to be a peaceful mission. She'd gone instead with a wide, mid-length blue-green skirt and a copper-colored greatcoat.

The generals squinted at her for a moment before nodding. After all, they were aware of the true nature of the Hideauze.

"That revelatory exercise aside, the primary point is to make you aware that your policing policy is going to go suboptimally." Penny said. "It might work if you attempting to occupy another culture with no concept of civilians. But you aren't. And you're not going to remain as one yourself much longer, anyway.

"You made the assumption, consciously or not, that everyone in your protectorates would follow military discipline. But that's definitely not true.

"And while we wouldn't normally intervene this quickly, there's a very real potential for a situation to spiral out of control. If you tilt your viewpoint and squint to look past the historical revision the CU did to the records you have, you might be able to find some examples in data you already had. If you want, we can provide some less biased history to look at.

"However, before we get to that, your current policy can very quickly spiral into a state of massive revolt. The populace will view any control attempts as brutality, and will respond violently. Your attempts to control this will lead to more revolt and more violence.

"We have looked through our own archives and attempted to come up with something useful for you to either use as-is, or work on as a basis for a more flexible policy that will not result in lots of broken legs." Penny concluded. "The files are on this device." She pulled out a small puck from her pocket.

"What exactly these proposals?" Merlin-8 asked.

"Introductorily, there's the basics of a common-law system, and a manual on Counterinsurgency protocols that we think it would be faster to adapt to than outright police work." Penny responded. "The common-law system...."

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It was ten hours since she had started. The General Staff had adjourned, and she was now speaking with two junior officers, with the attention of the Merlins.

She hadn't actually gotten to talk about her common-law basis, with the Calibers and Enlightenment Systems preferring to talk about the COIN protocols. It was closer to their area of expertise, after all.

"... and that is why you don't want to exclusively use reactive stances." Penny continued her lecture. The two members of the headquarters staff diligently took notes on holograms with a scrolling transcript of everything she said.

"Commander Polendia, could you elaborate on why, when taking an active stance during WMD searches, the rules of intrusion stand as they are?" Merlin-4 asked, his hologram pulsing in time with the words.

"If I may take a moment to elucidate…." Penny started to say, her mind whirling through the documentation Rachel had put together regarding her COIN protocols.

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"Really?" Penny asked. "That's all the questions you have?"

"Yes." The officer to the right said, covering his mouth with his hand.

Oh, right. Calibers, like Terrans, needed to sleep each day.

Well, she'd just have to leave them to their own decisions for the moment.
 
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