ATTENTION!
I have absolutely NO idea what the hell the formatting issue for this chapter was, so I deleted it and reposted, sorry everyone I once again have no idea what the hell that was about. Oh and the guy who was complaining about not know who Alexander was, he's the guy who was making all the addendum's in the after action report chapter.
Wrote this during a bout of insomnia while listening to Heize, probably not what you wanted, but I really needed to stomp the bullshit toxic asshats complaints into the ground with logic.
For those of you who are sane, enjoy!
I'm not bitter at all towards Spacebattles, really.
Wrote this during a bout of insomnia while listening to Heize, probably not what you wanted, but I really needed to stomp the bullshit toxic asshats complaints into the ground with logic.
For those of you who are sane, enjoy!
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Many who had the misfortune of interacting with an agitated Emily Piggot would describe her as a driven woman who could at the best of times be called dedicatedly implacable, the more honest would go insofar to call her an irritatingly hardliner bitch. Her former comrade, who she had more or less cajoled into becoming the head of the ENE division of the PRT ground force was of the latter group; and god damn it all if she wasn't chagrined over his editing the current situation report in such a manner that it demanded a face to face interaction.
The problem was he had gone silent after calling her out, leaving a message with his secretary that he was going to The Rig and to hold all his calls, thus Emily had to go to him for an answer. Anyone, absolutely anyone else she would automatically assume this was a sort of power play, but…
This was Xander…and he wouldn't lead the Lady along like this unless there was a reason for it; the man who dragged her battered body out of Ellisburg was far too irritated by behind the scenes manipulations for that sort of thing. So after straightening out the current parahuman idiocy dropped onto her desk, namely Glory Girl destroying another road to stop a minor mugging again, (Ha! Fuck you Carol you irritating control freak try lawyering your bulldozer of a daughter out of thirty seven separate recorded camera angles this time!) Emily logged out of her computer and stood as she grabbed her cane.
Grimacing as she stood up the muscular blonde pulled what one of her troopers called a 'House' look as she began walking towards the buildings exit, all while trying to ignore the spasm that went up her bad left leg every time her cane was extended.
Fuck you Nilbog.
After a short elevator ride she made her way to the ground floor and quickly passed through the lobby to stand under the veranda for a few moments before a car pulled up beside her. Suppressing a sigh she ignored the agent that opened the passenger door for her and entered the vehicle, which near instantly began moving along towards the Rainbow Road towards The Rig.
It was, oddly enough, one of the few parahuman innovations that hadn't annoyed Emily. She had always loved Mario Kart though she would never admit it, it was a great game and Nintendo giving the destruction of Kyushu the finger by continuing on in Seattle struck a chord with her.
She sighed at that, she was ruminating too much, not a good thing for a PRT director. You start dwelling on things and you would not stop until the coffee ran out. Then you had to deal with which ever over worked bureaucrat ended up in the sights of your proverbial double barreled shotgun while going through withdrawal.
Amusing to see them panic, not so amusing that due to said panic you had to pick up their work alongside your own while they huddled in the showers muttering to themselves.
Fucking hell shooting idiots for being idiots was so much simpler than this bullshit.
The car eventually passed over The Rainbow Road and once on The Rig Emily stepped out and cracked her head to the side while muttering, "Well…this ought to be relatively stupid…"
Walking forward and showing growing signs of irritation as her cane slid across the slick surface of the repurposed oil rig she eventually made her way to the elevator, and after a short ride found herself facing a shiny metal hall. The troopers remained silent for a time, then eventually one of them muttered out, "He isn't doing so well ma'am you may wish to hurry along."
Well, wasn't that ominous?
Sighing Emily casually patted her skirt suit while plodding forward to make sure her sidearm was in place all while following the troopers down the brightly lit corridor. Eventually they made their way to a door and peeled off marching away in a rather dramatic fashion…wasteful but not her problem. As the door slid aside Emily entered the conference room and took in the visage of her longtime friend and companion as he was staring down at the tablet before him with a scowl on his face.
"Why so serious?" She drawled this out in a monotone while her friend snapped his head up at her and grinned widely as he responded in kind.
"Oh you know, duties of an officer, making sure my best friend doesn't accidently bite off more than she can chew while dealing with her past. Oh! I'm also trying my best to placate an Eldritch Horror that can see everything and everyone within the bay in so long as there isn't a great expanse of water mucking up her complete and utter control of all shadows within a twenty mile radius."
Emily's eyes widened as she accepted the drink from Colonel Alexander Deleon and sat down with a look of shocked horror on her face, sipping from her drink she could only mutter one word.
"What?"
The silver haired man leaned against his desk and sighed as he ran hand over his mustache before muttering out, "You weren't wrong, Umbra is a continuous threat to Operational Security, but…fuck… Ems… She doesn't mean us any harm, hell she wants to meet you and explain why she did what she did… She's a kid and wants to make it clear she and her bitchy partner are heroes… So when I saw your report I panicked and got rather…"
"You were somewhat superfluous in your reprisal? Ok…that makes sense… Alright… Fine…so we're safe from her right now?"
Xander shrugged, "I believe so but to quote Beacon, 'Powers are complete and utter bullshit,' and I can't help but agree. My suggestion, invite them to meet us at HQ with…hmm…Assault and Battery, then introduce them to the Wards. Going by their dispositions I'd suggest Miss Militia would be the best bet for a tour guide, honestly I think she and Umbra would catch on like a house on fire, Beacon would follow because…eh… nevermind, I'm not getting into psychoanalysis at this point.
Emily sighed then nodded, "So what about Armsmaster?"
Colonel Deleon's eyes widened as he quickly shot out, "Don't let him within thirty feet of Umbra, she'll….just don't."
Well…wasn't that ominous….
Yes, Alexander Deleon's existence means that Emily Piggot is significantly less damaged than in canon and is far more likely to fall back on sass and sarcasm rather than spite. Madison will honestly have a chance of getting along with her because of that. Misanthropes unite.
Taylor though doesn't care, if Madison and Danny are okay at the end of the day, the PRT can pathetically not do their jobs to their hearts content.
