That... Does match the few stereotypes I'm aware of.
Anyway, while people are anticipating some serious action, let me distract you with with bits of background behind the Ground Pound.
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"You wanted to see me, General?"
"Sit down and listen, Jenkins".
The office of the United Earth Ground Defence Force general Sukhman Rasheed invoked the image of brisk warmth. Minimal amount of derocations and personal effects reminded any visitors that this was a general of United Earth Defence Force (like so, no abbreviation), and in this office he was Running Things. The few decorations that did have place here were arranged in such a way as if to show that you, dear visitor, would be most warmly welcome here, in the few moments the General can spare for you.
The face and demeanour of the same UEGDF Gen. Sukhman Kapoor invoked the image of protracted annoyance. It was apparent that this particular visitor was definitely not welcome, and the best part of their meeting would be the inevitable end.
"Is this about the prototype?" Asked Jenkins, taking her place. "The improved version is already..."
"Already a disgrace and a disaster. Not to mention a huge disappointment. THAT project is over".
"But the impro..."
"You are listening, Jenkins, and I am talking".
The general glared at his subordinate, and Lenora Jenkins bit off her last sentence. She was a woman visibly below average height, but not yet "short". Her bob-cut hair was mousy in colour, but not yet "gray". Her front teeth were leaning curiously toward her sharp nose, but not so far that we'd call them "buck teeth". She blinked and fidgeted in her chair. The general held the silence for a dozen seconds and continued, much more calmly, but just as annoyed:
"Do you know what this is?"
"This," Jenkins blinked again, studying the offered photo with her dark, intelligent eyes, "This is a giant robot with UEDF insignia cutting off a kaiju's horn with a lightning-charged sword. Over some sort of a fleet facility, I think".
"Absolutely correct. This happened just today. Or yesterday, in whatever time zone".
"Is this the reason you're closing the?.."
"No. No, no, no. The reason I am closing down this project of yours is because all your previous projects brought no result, one way or another. And this one shows all signs of going the same way".
Jenkins fidgeted again, clearly eager to speak out, but held her voice. The general continued, pointing at the photo again.
"And this is the reason why I am not waiting for the disappointing conclusion, but instead giving you a new project. You want a super-weapon? Build me a robot. Any resources you still have, leftover funds, facilities, connections, personnel, everything - switch all of them to this. There should be enough overlap. But Jenkins!" The general lifted his finger menacingly. "If you fail again - and this time in something that was proven to be possible - I will consider your obsession a detriment, and will personally question your competency as anything above Ensign. Dismissed".
The general held out a rather thin folder, which Jenkins immediately snatched, and ignored her parting salute in favour of his paperwork. Out in the hall, Major (for now) Lenora Jenkins took a quick peek at the folder's contents. For a short moment, a victorious smile brightened her eyes, and she walked away, already dialing a number.
