Short one. 4 am update.
Miyuri gets a little bit more screentime than I planned. Not everybody loves Jet.... and it's not really an invalid opinion either.
And I originally typed out the whole Dossier. It's stuck in GDoCs somewhere.
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Miyuri gets a little bit more screentime than I planned. Not everybody loves Jet.... and it's not really an invalid opinion either.
And I originally typed out the whole Dossier. It's stuck in GDoCs somewhere.
Quote:Well rested, well fed and well clean, Maico reviewed some of her tapes. A short woman with sharp-looking eyes shielded behind rough bangs of straw-blonde hair was giving a safety briefing in replica FESWAT gear.________________________________
“...you call up for a medic immediately. You fake a call when you’re losing, and I personally beat the snot out of you and send you to the firing squad,”.
If you break one of my rules, you will pay the price. Do something dangerous and I am not afraid end the exercise then and there, and I will still charge you for the full booked time slot and I am not Friggan kidding on that. You break one of my rules and you can explain to your bosses why they paid for three hours, and only got twenty minutes. I have done it before.
I used to be a troubleshooter for Great Justice, so you know I’m a hardass.”
“Daryl Haur. Senshi... obviously, even if she didn’t dress according to the stereotype, that body language was unmistakable. And former troubleshooter.” Maico told her camera, then quickly fired off a Freedom of Information request to Arisia to see what turned up.
Too quick, her headset chirped with an incoming message. Ryan had responded.
“I thought you should know a bit about what your facing on Frigga.
Jet is a fine, wonderful cheery person to be around. Good natured. Earnest innocent blue eyes. Cheery Smiles. Happy, pleasant and safe. She’ll be warm and cozy and comforting. Very human. Right up until you put her in danger for an extended period of time, and then you get this.
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That was taken at Boskone Prime. Guess what? That isn’t her blood. And those blue innocent eyes, well that’s the same shade of blue as the deepest, coldest, hardest ice at the bottom of a glacier.
Don’t forget that she’s a warrior first. Everything else comes second. She’s dedicated her life to finding new and interesting ways to turn people into modern art masterpieces with her bare hands. She’s someone who’s dedicated hours of practice and study to the honing of her martial skills every day for the last eight or nine years.
And she hides that great big dirty battleaxe behind a cheery, easy smile and a soft demeanour.
I’ve attached a few reports, including one about a raid she led on 2462 Nehallenia and her own about Jusenkyou. There’s a video of her pulling off something called a Hertza Nadel for Catgirl industries research project that tanked when they couldn’t figure out how to reproduce the effect. There’s also a long dossier if you want some real detail.
But, to summarise, she’s cold and ruthless when she wants to be, with a lot more raw power at her disposal than you’ll sense, and I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near her. She’s definitely not the shiny happy Ranma in steel she wants you to think she is.
-Ryan
Maico felt her blood run just a little bit cold as she read through the detailed version. Even steamed towels wrapped around her body lost all their soothing warmth.
She was alone.
In a tomb-like apartment. On a desolate station.
And someone pounding on the door. Maico shrieked, making for Friggan orbit. Her heart went straight through the roof.
“Come in!” she managed to say between gasps.
Miyuri Akisato pushed the door open, looking like a whole new person when out of uniform. “My apartment was just a few doors down, so I thought I’d drop by,” she said.
“Come in, come in please,” Maico practically begged. “It’s pretty lonely here,”
“I know,” Miyuri breathed. “I think it’s a quirk of the place.” The door snikked shut behind her as she stepped inside. “That mural is creepy,”
“So, how’d the exercise go?” Maico enquired.
Miyuri’s crestfallen expression told her everything she needed to know. “Not good,” Akisato confirmed, taking a seat on an old couch opposite a pale area on the wall where there’d once been a television of some sort.
“That bad?”
Miyuri took a deep breath, “Well. I lost the station. Everyone was either killed or captured, so yes, that bad,” She closed her eyes, taking a few seconds to centre herself, “I suppose it’s better it happened here where I can learn from it, than on Ultima itself when,”
“What happened?”
The best thing to offer was a sympathetic ear. Her camera system was still on the table.
“Well, I had a good plan at the start but,”... she twiddled her fingers just a little, “I made a mistake, and It all fell apart halfway through trying to fix it, and Jet was just plain ruthless explaining how bad I got it wrong.” She took a deep breath, “But I’ll do better tomorrow.”
“Oh?”
“I made a bet with Kagome that I could beat her record. And since today was only a warmup to get everyone used to Friggan systems...,” she smiled. Tomorrow was another day
“Well, good luck,” Maico wished.
“Sow how’s the story going?”
“Good, good.” Maico avoided being specific. Miyuri didn’t appear to be satisfied with just that, sitting there, patiently waiting more. “I’m chasing down the Knight Sabers,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper. “I think Jet might be involved with them.... either leading them or training them,”
Miyuri went quiet. “Oh.... “ she glanced out the window at the magnificent desolation beyond, and the orbiting Rinna Kazamatsuri. “And you’re certain?”
Maico nodded, with a hungry wolf’s grin on her face. “They fight like she does. They use hardware she’s designed. I know who Saber White is, and she’s a friend of Jet’s. I know Jet trained the A-Team for the Roughriders, and the Sabers use similar tactics, and the have a Roughriders spacecraft...” she gathered momentum like a freight train.
“And who’s Saber White?”
“Sylia Stingray, From Marsbase Sara”
Miyuri blinked. “Who?”
“She’s a Fendane. She owns Stingray Motor Engineering. Which she bought from Jet Jaguar.”
Miyuri put a finger to her lips, thinking. “Oh. I’ve never met her,”
“Nobody has. But here’s the thing. Sylia Stingray is also definitely an AI, and I’ve confirmed links between her and Jet Jaguar too, so that puts Jet right at the centre of this. ”
Miyuri looked just a little uncomfortable, as if the couch she was sitting on had suddenly turned to stone beneath her.
“That makes sense.” she said
“Miyuri, can I ask you a serious question for a moment?”
Her tone was grave.
“Please do...”
“You spent most of the day with Jet, how good was she at using her puppet body, and her real body at the same time?”
Miyuri’s eyes sank to the floor for a second as she mulled it over.
“I think you want to ask me, ‘ Do I think she could fight with a puppet’?”
Maico nodded her head once.
“She was monitoring systems with her real self in the control room, while running around adjusting systems down in the generator room at the same time.” She glanced away at the camera. It was clearly off. “So I think she could,” Miyuri concluded, keeping her voice quiet. “She’s not a multi-tasker, not a full one .... but it isn’t really multiple tasks is it? It’s an extra set of eyes to monitor in person, and occasionally adjust things on the fly if needed. She has the sensory bandwidth to do it. If she can do that, I think fighting with a puppet would just be a matter of practice.”
“Thanks.” said Maico, “Thanks a lot. That gives me some new ideas for tomorrow,”
“Tomorrow?”
She grinned, ear to ear. “I have my own battle to fight,”
“Well, Good luck, Maico,”
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