Post by latooni on Dec 9, 2009 20:21:25 GMT -5
"Admiral Jamitov, these orders are in bad humor. And April 1st is on the other side of the calender!" Rachel Arronax dramatically tossed the hard copies down at her feet, hooking one foot under a rail so as to not drift away from the monitor.
"Petty Officer Arronax, my orders are not a joke. If it wasn't more trouble than it's worth, I'd have you arrested for insubordination. You are to follow those orders, and the existence of this operation is to remain classified. ....However," Jamitov grumbled begrudgingly, "in light of the strategic recommendations you made to Sublieutenant Lon'Dozai a few days ago, I have been...encouraged to let you have a bit of personal discretion in execution."
Still looking displeased, Rachel nodded. "Yes sir. And my modifications? Did they get approved?"
"No. While it was decided they would markedly improve unit performance, what is left in the Jester Project's budget is insufficient--"
Because you cut off funding to what you decided was a "useless project," Rachel thought bitterly to herself.
"--But we have come up with two alternative modifications that we can send you right now. It turns out several prototype beam sabers left over from V project survived the attack several weeks ago, since they were at Green Noah."
Rachel looked stupefied. "Beam sabers, sir?"
"They were rejected from the project, since unlike the current rechargable sabers, they required a cord connecting directly with a power source. This was deemed unacceptable since it interfered with swinging, but it should suit your bits just fine. There are 4 sabers that can be adapted easily, just swap the beam guns out and replace them with the sabers, or something. Adequate instructions will be prepared by a technician, once all the details are fully worked out."
"...Beam sabers, sir?" On those big clunky bits?
Jamitov, never liking Rachel (or any spacenoids for that matter), grew even more irritated at the repeated question. "Is there a problem, Arronax?"
Aside from you, sir? "No problem at all, sir."
Moving on, he continued, "The other item is based on a theory one of the researchers had; that of a better compatibility can be produced by familiarity with mounted tools or weapons. And you're obviously unable to use beam guns, so we've been looking into adapting mining equipment for the remote units. If you don't produce results, at least we can get some use out of the unit." His poker face didn't make the threat any less clear. "I expect success, Arronax."
Managing to suppress the building anger, she saluted the screen. "Understood, sir." She even managed to hold the salute for a full 2 seconds after the monitor flickered off.
After that, though, she didn't bother. Rachel, almost always composed, kicked the base of the console, and floated off to the other side to sulk.
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"Petty Officer Arronax, my orders are not a joke. If it wasn't more trouble than it's worth, I'd have you arrested for insubordination. You are to follow those orders, and the existence of this operation is to remain classified. ....However," Jamitov grumbled begrudgingly, "in light of the strategic recommendations you made to Sublieutenant Lon'Dozai a few days ago, I have been...encouraged to let you have a bit of personal discretion in execution."
Still looking displeased, Rachel nodded. "Yes sir. And my modifications? Did they get approved?"
"No. While it was decided they would markedly improve unit performance, what is left in the Jester Project's budget is insufficient--"
Because you cut off funding to what you decided was a "useless project," Rachel thought bitterly to herself.
"--But we have come up with two alternative modifications that we can send you right now. It turns out several prototype beam sabers left over from V project survived the attack several weeks ago, since they were at Green Noah."
Rachel looked stupefied. "Beam sabers, sir?"
"They were rejected from the project, since unlike the current rechargable sabers, they required a cord connecting directly with a power source. This was deemed unacceptable since it interfered with swinging, but it should suit your bits just fine. There are 4 sabers that can be adapted easily, just swap the beam guns out and replace them with the sabers, or something. Adequate instructions will be prepared by a technician, once all the details are fully worked out."
"...Beam sabers, sir?" On those big clunky bits?
Jamitov, never liking Rachel (or any spacenoids for that matter), grew even more irritated at the repeated question. "Is there a problem, Arronax?"
Aside from you, sir? "No problem at all, sir."
Moving on, he continued, "The other item is based on a theory one of the researchers had; that of a better compatibility can be produced by familiarity with mounted tools or weapons. And you're obviously unable to use beam guns, so we've been looking into adapting mining equipment for the remote units. If you don't produce results, at least we can get some use out of the unit." His poker face didn't make the threat any less clear. "I expect success, Arronax."
Managing to suppress the building anger, she saluted the screen. "Understood, sir." She even managed to hold the salute for a full 2 seconds after the monitor flickered off.
After that, though, she didn't bother. Rachel, almost always composed, kicked the base of the console, and floated off to the other side to sulk.
***