UN Tower:17:04pm
January 19th
'UN Tower under threat. DEI assistance required against Terra Sentinel remnants. All other forces delayed or sabotaged.'
Just the thing to ruin Dylan's morning. He'd been all set up for a nice productive day working on the sphere, and then those terrorists just had to start something big. He'd have to alter his schedule, spend time shouting orders, and generally be a productive commander instead of getting to spend the day with his particular flavour of mad science. But such things had to be done - especially after the Directory's reaction to his training exercise. They needed to see the value of his work, and what it could do in a combat situation.
The Resolution drifted almost lazily over the mountains, dangerously close to ground level as it circled the site. No sane commander would keep a battleship of such power where ground forces could threaten it, but the completely open state of the open hangar betrayed Dylan's true intentions.
"We've never seen what happens when you airdrop a DAMON - and they'll never see it coming! Don't deploy our forces until the enemy shows themselves - we want to make them cocky. Or paranoid. Honestly, either works."
"Do not let Dylan turn you into a drooling junkie. I like you, you're nice. And he's an asshole."
"Well, just make sure you aren't being forced in your role, okay?"
Ashley sighed into her mech's console, memories from the past few days echoing through her head. Was this really her place? Did she belong? She'd hang around as long as she had to, but there were other options. Part of her wanted to switch sides now, rip the Resolution to pieces and just flee. But Dylan still had that killswitch, and they were doing the right thing at this point in time. Stopping a terrorist attack would at least make her feel good about herself for a while.
Her grip tightened around a small red pill, and she quickly dropped it into the container with the rest. Dylan had confiscated the rest of her 'venom', as he'd called it, but she'd kept one pill hidden just in case she needed it. That anger... was new. Raw. Unfiltered. She'd never lashed out at Dylan before, even when she really wanted to. But it gave her the strength to do so.. and she might just need it.
January 19th
'UN Tower under threat. DEI assistance required against Terra Sentinel remnants. All other forces delayed or sabotaged.'
Just the thing to ruin Dylan's morning. He'd been all set up for a nice productive day working on the sphere, and then those terrorists just had to start something big. He'd have to alter his schedule, spend time shouting orders, and generally be a productive commander instead of getting to spend the day with his particular flavour of mad science. But such things had to be done - especially after the Directory's reaction to his training exercise. They needed to see the value of his work, and what it could do in a combat situation.
The Resolution drifted almost lazily over the mountains, dangerously close to ground level as it circled the site. No sane commander would keep a battleship of such power where ground forces could threaten it, but the completely open state of the open hangar betrayed Dylan's true intentions.
"We've never seen what happens when you airdrop a DAMON - and they'll never see it coming! Don't deploy our forces until the enemy shows themselves - we want to make them cocky. Or paranoid. Honestly, either works."
"Do not let Dylan turn you into a drooling junkie. I like you, you're nice. And he's an asshole."
"Well, just make sure you aren't being forced in your role, okay?"
Ashley sighed into her mech's console, memories from the past few days echoing through her head. Was this really her place? Did she belong? She'd hang around as long as she had to, but there were other options. Part of her wanted to switch sides now, rip the Resolution to pieces and just flee. But Dylan still had that killswitch, and they were doing the right thing at this point in time. Stopping a terrorist attack would at least make her feel good about herself for a while.
Her grip tightened around a small red pill, and she quickly dropped it into the container with the rest. Dylan had confiscated the rest of her 'venom', as he'd called it, but she'd kept one pill hidden just in case she needed it. That anger... was new. Raw. Unfiltered. She'd never lashed out at Dylan before, even when she really wanted to. But it gave her the strength to do so.. and she might just need it.