cCommodore Elza Newman was already having a bad day when she received the electronic memo from her boss. It had arrived by the usual secure communications channel, and the format was correct. The authorization code was clearly forged, however, as it consisted of nothing but a certain Anglo-Saxon obscenity repeated several times.
The actual orders themselves were completely out of bounds.
Given the most recent news from Earth, however, and the results of her own hasty literature search, however, they were clearly going to have to act in some manner, and quickly.
Elza knew her employer's mind quite well, as they had worked together for more than seven years by this point in time. She was quite familiar with his political leanings, even if she might not fully agree with them. She fully agreed that what was happening down below was unacceptable. It was possible, she considered, that as an android based on a fictional character, she might not have the emotional depth to fully appreciate the nature of her employer's reaction.
It was also entirely possible, she reminded herself as she paused outside of the office's entryway and heard the sound of wordless screams, falling objects, and crashing glass from within, that her employer was quite simply unstable.
Christopher Marsden -- CEO of Greenwood Inc., the parent company of her own Greenwood Security Services -- was clearly not dealing well with the current situation.
"Ayanami-san," Elza asked as she opened the door, "Is this a bad time? I need to get clarification on the orders I just received."
The aqua-tressed girl sitting, for the moment, at the secretary's desk, took one look at the memo form Elza passed her and nodded. "You may consider the orders rescinded, Commodore," Rei said, quietly. A gesture deposited the order for the nuclear bombardment of Richmond, Virginia, Confderate States of America, in the shredder, and the now-empty hand reached for the intercom link. "Medical? The Commander is in dire need of a sedative." After a moment's pause, she added, "And I believe Commodore Newman could use a stiff drink."
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.
The actual orders themselves were completely out of bounds.
Given the most recent news from Earth, however, and the results of her own hasty literature search, however, they were clearly going to have to act in some manner, and quickly.
Elza knew her employer's mind quite well, as they had worked together for more than seven years by this point in time. She was quite familiar with his political leanings, even if she might not fully agree with them. She fully agreed that what was happening down below was unacceptable. It was possible, she considered, that as an android based on a fictional character, she might not have the emotional depth to fully appreciate the nature of her employer's reaction.
It was also entirely possible, she reminded herself as she paused outside of the office's entryway and heard the sound of wordless screams, falling objects, and crashing glass from within, that her employer was quite simply unstable.
Christopher Marsden -- CEO of Greenwood Inc., the parent company of her own Greenwood Security Services -- was clearly not dealing well with the current situation.
"Ayanami-san," Elza asked as she opened the door, "Is this a bad time? I need to get clarification on the orders I just received."
The aqua-tressed girl sitting, for the moment, at the secretary's desk, took one look at the memo form Elza passed her and nodded. "You may consider the orders rescinded, Commodore," Rei said, quietly. A gesture deposited the order for the nuclear bombardment of Richmond, Virginia, Confderate States of America, in the shredder, and the now-empty hand reached for the intercom link. "Medical? The Commander is in dire need of a sedative." After a moment's pause, she added, "And I believe Commodore Newman could use a stiff drink."
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Sucrose Octanitrate.
Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode.