I really don't know what I want to do with this fic. It has the feeling of being a lot of chickens coming home to roost or something.... I really don't know where this thing is going
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“You could’ve called it a coolant leak. We could’ve just taken the reactor offline, and nobody would’ve bothered or cared. Instead, we’ve just poisoned a dozen people, blown up a reactor core, had a nuclear fire and reported it.” “Or we spent the last three years faking our monitoring logs because someone grenaded the only working server and nobody could find a compatible replacement.”
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Jet's a Warrior, but there's no real war anymore. Peace has broken out.
Jet's a Troubleshooter, but the sort of trouble requiring her skills is almost gone. Most others have another line of work.
The Knight Sabers don't have much, if anything, to do beyond a few milk-runs. They're obsolete.
Working as an instructor is satisfying, but meagre these days.
She's aware that she's not suited to be a settlement leader, but is trying anyway.
Peace has left her throwing things at the wall in the hope they stick.
But she's still solving problems the battlefield way with rapid, quick, clever expedients to keep things moving in the moment- jump off the cliff, then figure out how to land on the way down - rather than planned out solutions or proper answers, treating bureaucracy as the thing that gets in the way of getting things done. Just look at her first response to the Griffon accident - run and fly to it with no clear plan, then figure out how to stop it when she caught up.
Half the fun in her life is cliff-jumping and figuring out how to land on the way down. It's exciting.
I'm trying to get some sort of gravitas into the story that cant just be handwaved away, but I don't really know how and it's crippling my ability to do it.
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?
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“You could’ve called it a coolant leak. We could’ve just taken the reactor offline, and nobody would’ve bothered or cared. Instead, we’ve just poisoned a dozen people, blown up a reactor core, had a nuclear fire and reported it.” “Or we spent the last three years faking our monitoring logs because someone grenaded the only working server and nobody could find a compatible replacement.”
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Jet's a Warrior, but there's no real war anymore. Peace has broken out.
Jet's a Troubleshooter, but the sort of trouble requiring her skills is almost gone. Most others have another line of work.
The Knight Sabers don't have much, if anything, to do beyond a few milk-runs. They're obsolete.
Working as an instructor is satisfying, but meagre these days.
She's aware that she's not suited to be a settlement leader, but is trying anyway.
Peace has left her throwing things at the wall in the hope they stick.
But she's still solving problems the battlefield way with rapid, quick, clever expedients to keep things moving in the moment- jump off the cliff, then figure out how to land on the way down - rather than planned out solutions or proper answers, treating bureaucracy as the thing that gets in the way of getting things done. Just look at her first response to the Griffon accident - run and fly to it with no clear plan, then figure out how to stop it when she caught up.
Half the fun in her life is cliff-jumping and figuring out how to land on the way down. It's exciting.
I'm trying to get some sort of gravitas into the story that cant just be handwaved away, but I don't really know how and it's crippling my ability to do it.
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--m(^0^)m-- Wot, no sig?