Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142
House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: 1/1275
Term: 1, Round: 2
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Karine Fortescue lay in misery for three full seconds as the AR bot spouted system messages with the results of the arena match. This fight did not count for anything. No points, no rankings, not even grades. But it showed her exactly how far she had to go before being able to fulfil the wishes of her family and company.
The board of directors of the Fortescue Group, the company that owned hundreds of smaller entities, had directed her and given the appropriate backing to bring the academy out of Tier 3.
Twenty years ago it had been a Tier 2 academy. After the departure of her father, it struggled to stay in Tier 2 until it finally succumbed and was demoted. Forty years ago, when the tier system was introduced, and the mech games began, it was a Tier 1 academy. It had fallen far, while new entities such as DaVinci – which did not exist forty years ago – had supplanted the company started by her ancestors over 150 years ago.
The board, with half its constituents her family relations, had given her this directive. As a lineage family member herself, she was expected to excel. It wasn’t until her father had left Fortescue Academy over twenty years ago that it fell and he, for one, thought she was capable of bringing it back up.
The honour was great, but the responsibility weighed heavily upon her.
It was only M1, and they had a long way to go. The plan was to start winning – or at least challenge – the M categories in M2, and anything but an inter-academy win in M3 would be a failure. This in itself would not advance them into Tier 2, but it would give the upper academy cadets every opportunity to do so, as the M category attributed forty per cent of the points.
The cadets had gathered outside the arena. Her team had not said a word on comms. Only Paget-A had sent a few commiserations in text form while Raoult was investigating different loadouts and sharing.
Fortescue looked at Daedo seriously for the first time. He was shorter than her, and she wasn’t very tall to begin with. He had dark, closely cropped hair, so it was hard to know if it was curly or straight when it grew. His skin was olive or tanned; she wasn’t sure which. She expected the former. He didn’t seem the type to get a lot of regular sun or to colour his skin. She didn’t know where he was from, but it was probably the Mediterranean.
He’d lost much of the baby fat around his face. She had reviewed all the cadets who tested well, and she recalled he did not look fit initially. But in only a few weeks at the academy, he had worked hard physically to improve his ranking, and it showed – on his face at least.
She could not make out the colour of his eyes. They were bright, but they weren’t green or brown. Probably hazel, she thought.
“Good game,” she said to the Thoth squad, trying to effect a smile. They all had their helmets off and were looking at her expectantly. She wondered if they thought she would break down crying or scream at them.
Karine Fortescue hardened her resolve. She would give them no such gratification. She would beat this squad when it mattered – at the week ten tournament. Until then, she would reset, reorganise, and prepare. She might even need to swap out a couple of cadets from her reserves in Squad One and Two.
As Daedo held out his hand for a shake, she took it and looked him in the eyes. He had surprised her, but he would not do so again. She tried to fix her most steely gaze on him.
“Let me know where to send the 1K creds,” she said after they shook. She would be gracious in defeat.
“Axel-Zero will text you the details,” Daedo answered. He didn’t look nervous in her presence like most boys did. He acted more like an adult than the average M1 cadet. Most boys were like Gaumont, a quivering mess, or Barran, all bravado covering very little substance beneath.
“Shall we do this again next week?” Daedo asked her, a questioning look on his face.
“What?”
“Per the terms of our agreement.”
“Oh. Let me think on it. Paget-A will text you.” Fortescue emulated him by not deigning to make any contact herself but sending the agreement to their legal admin for immediate review.
The exchange had been professional and to her liking until Barran spoke.
“I’d like to do it again next week,” he said, grinning and winking at the Paget twins.
Fortescue moaned inwardly, privately texting her squad not to react to any baiting. They should know that already, but she wanted to ensure they understood her views on the matter. The only response possible was to turn on her heel and leave with dignity, showing her back to Thoth Zero.
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“Really, Barran,” Picard said disparagingly. “Is everything a joke with you?”
Barran looked confused as he contemplated the question. Probably because he did view everything with his own sense of humour. Eventually, he nodded. “Yes,” he said, smiling sweetly at Picard, “yes it is.”
“What happened to foxing them?” Mace asked Daedo as they began to walk back to their quarters.
“Good question,” he answered, knowing full well he’d only said that so the squad would perform without any expectations to win. With that pressure lifted, they fought without the fear of losing.
“They could always bring seven PPCs to the week ten tournament,” Mace added.
Daedo moaned. That weapon was off the charts. “Let’s just hope they’re too expensive or there’s only one prototype available.”
“How can they be too expensive? You realise we’re talking about the Fortescue Group.”
She was correct. The group company had billions of creds’ worth of assets. A few PPCs was not a problem if Horus Squad Zero had their backing.
“We need a countermeasure,” Daedo finally said.
Mace nodded.
Daedo rubbed his chin and thought out loud. “A particle shield could reduce or nullify a bolt.”
“Which would require a massive amount of energy,” Mace said.
Ion shields were used on spaceships, and the energy requirement was not astronomical. A spaceship could have a cold fusion reactor the size of their quarters. But an exo suit reactor was compact and light. It barely had the power to run their jumpjets and hydraulics let alone an electromagnetic shield capable of nullifying a bolt.
“Step one – new reactor. Step two – ion shield,” Daedo said. “Simple.”
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Mace did not reply. She just laughed.
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They only had seven weeks before the end-of-term tournament. Daedo had no time to waste. He called Cisse, a sure sign of his desperation.
Daedo: Cisse.
Cisse: To what do I owe this pleasure? Everything okay?
Cisse sounded happy at first and then worried.
Daedo: Everything is fine. I wanted to discuss bringing you on board at Daedalus as soon as possible and get you to work building new cold fusion reactors for the exos. After that, we can begin on the ZPE prototype.
Cisse: It’s not easy dropping everything. Why the urgency?
Daedo: We have a tournament in week ten.
Cisse laughed over the comms.
Cisse: So you want me to leave the company I have been with for fifteen years, work for a new startup owned by kids, and do so immediately because you have a competition coming up?
Daedo: Yes.
There was no point in fluffing the truth as Cisse would either do it or not. She knew them and the background behind the company. She had basically asked to join them in the hospital.
Cisse: Okay, I’m in. But I want those shares you promised.
Daedo: I will get them approved and Axel-Zero will send the contract over to you tomorrow.
Daedo called a meeting of the Daedalus shareholders. Conveniently, they all happened to reside within twenty metres of his room.
Vannier, Axel-Zero, Mace, and Barran all took seats at the table in their quarters. Picard leaned up against a wall. Although she wasn’t a shareholder, she was still part of the squad and the broader team.
“So what did you want to discuss?” Axel-Zero said in a friendly manner.
“We need to restructure a little and bring in two employees,” Daedo said. I wanted you all aware, and hopefully, we all agree.”
“When you say ‘restructure a little,’ what do you mean, exactly?” Vannier asked.
“We need to offer the employees shares; not much, but some to come across to us,” Daedo said.
“That’s easy,” Barran said. “You may think of it as a percentage, but you actually have fifty-five hundred shares, and I have three thousand. Vannier, Axel-Zero, and Mace have five hundred shares each. All you need to do is issue the employee a number of shares. Say you give them ten. The percentages will realign themselves.”
“Oh, that’s how it works,” Daedo said.
“Yeah,” Barran said acting all superior.
“You did learn something from your private tutor,” Vannier said to Barran. “I thought you just rode bikes and played.”
“Hey, I may be pretty, but I’m not stupid,” Barran retorted.
“People who proclaim loudly that they aren’t stupid usually are,” Axel-Zero teased.
All the girls laughed, but Barran didn’t bite.
“What are the particulars?” Mace asked.
“My father as a general manager of the workshop and Cisse to design and build new reactors,” Daedo said.
The squad looked incredulous. “They’re willing to work for us?” Vannier finally asked.
“For Daedalus. They see the opportunity.” They were probably doing it just for him, but his squad seemed to think there were massive opportunities with their developments and inventions.
“How many shares should we offer?” Vannier asked.
“Two hundred,” Axel-Zero said.
Barran shook his head. “That’s too much.”
“What do you think they’ll want, Daedo?” Vannier asked.
“I think they’ll accept anything from ten and up,” Daedo said. “I just want it to be fair. We’ll need to offer them the same.”
“Then we offer ten,” Barran said.
Axel-Zero shook her head. “No. They are highly skilled, and we want them to do well. The more they do, we all benefit. I think we should offer fifty shares at least.”
Vannier and Mace both nodded.
“Okay, it’s agreed; we will offer them fifty shares,” Daedo said. “Their salary is already small. We’ll just pay them what they’re getting now.”
“What about Picard?” Vannier turned to look at Picard who shook her head vehemently.
“I think we should give her fifty shares for compensation since she’s in charge of physical and gunnery training.” Daedo added the responsibilities in the hope they would swing her to accept. He did not like having Gaumont isolated, and the fact that Picard did not have shares in Daedalus was a small issue. One which was easily rectified.
“Picard, come over here and take a seat,” Vannier said.
Reluctantly, Picard took a seat in between Vannier and Axel-Zero. She had not said yes, but she had also not said no.
“I know you’re independent and you don’t want charity,” she said to Picard. “But we want everyone to be involved in Daedalus. Even bloody Gaumont. You will earn these shares. So?”
“Okay, okay,” Picard finally relented. They had been pushing it with her since they started the process of purchasing the workshop.
“They’re just shares. Unless Daedalus actually makes a profit, they’re probably worthless,” Axel-Zero said.
No one mentioned the fact they owned the building and that even if the company did not have a value, the land was always worth something.
“Okay, what’s next?” Barran asked.
“Contracts,” Daedo said. “Axel-Zero, can you handle that?”
She nodded. “Just send me the details.”
“Anything else?” Barran asked after a moment of silence.
“Other than getting back to studying, designing exo parts, and running a company?” Vannier answered with a question.
“No,” Daedo said, and stood up. “Let’s get stuck into it. We have a lot to do in a short amount of time.” Especially him.
Daedo went into his room and reviewed his priority task list. They were now in round two with a new obstacle course and Gauntlet. He would apply similar strategies to these as he did in round one and continue his physical improvement including melee training with his squad.
He had all his normal tutes to complete, which were not a problem, but they did take time. His had to redesign the exo from the test results and retest. On top of all that, he would attempt to solve the zero-point energy-related math problem.
It was week three of a ten-week term. The first two weeks had seemed like half a year. But at least now he had a clear direction. He’d spent much of the first two weeks finding his way.
Daedo was not surprised to receive a message from Master Nader ordering a round one review. He had not forgotten the death of the Osiris master and wondered how he would handle facing Nader with that in the back of his mind.
He took a sonic shower and got back into his bodysuit. Master Nader had given a fifteen-minute notice, enabling Daedo to spend that time preparing.
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Daedo was half expecting Vannier to be invited to the meeting with Master Nader as well, or maybe that was wishful thinking. He was alone.
“Cadet,” Master Nader said with her robotic voice. It always sounded stern. “Sit.” There was a stool in front of her desk. She half sat on a similar stool. That was probably how she worked.
“I want you to review the arena match tactics used tonight and send me the report by 2300 tomorrow,” she ordered.
Daedo just nodded. She could have sent a message to that effect.
“I have reviewed your plans for the workshop and approve unofficially,” she said. “I wanted to inform you that there were moves to prevent your continued work offsite. This interference has been prevented by the commander, and your offsite work can continue. Do not do anything that will cause the commander to reassess. I would not normally inform you of the behind-the-scenes bureaucratic politics, but it affects you directly. If an accident or incident were to occur, you need to know that there will be repercussions. These repercussions will be out of my control.”
Daedo nodded again.
“Is there anything I can assist you with?”
This surprised him. She had never offered help before.
“No, Master Nader,” he said. He would keep her out of their operations as much as he could for someone who was their direct superior and house master.
“Very well,” she replied.
He wondered if that had been a test.
“I would like to bring your attention to the house rankings. Despite your efforts, House Thoth is ranked third behind Horus and Osiris in M1. This is because the house rankings are based on the results of all cadets in the house. It includes merits and demerits, academic results, and it will be greatly influenced by tournament results at the end of the term.”
Daedo nodded again.
Master Nader continued. “I would also like to bring your attention to the fact that these rankings do not matter. The only thing that really matters is that you continue to improve your tech and your combat performance.”
Daedo was surprised again. “You mean you don’t care about the rankings?” he asked for clarification.
“I only care about one thing, Cadet. Winning the war.”
“But we aren’t at war.”
“Aren’t we?” she replied mysteriously.
He thought about that. There was no news, no announcements about a war. But the whole world was building up as if it was in one. The military academies, the public and private armies, the push into space.
“To my knowledge, we are not officially at war,” he said. Maybe she would volunteer more information.
“You have an excellent mindset, and I wanted to support it by telling you something.” She was being mysterious again. She acted like she was playing him.
He sat there expectantly. There was no reason to speak.
“You must think we are at war,” she said ominously. “It is your function to prepare your people and technology. All the games, the tournaments – these are preparations. This is what you must think. It is more serious than merely winning an arena match.”
Daedo was not sure if she was serious or merely trying to distract him from the death of Master Ustinov. If he thought that Master Ustinov’s death was necessary, and inconsequential in the scheme of humanity’s survival, he would not inform on Master Nader.
He decided to test Master Nader for a change. It was usually him being tested by her.
“More serious than the life of a master at the academy?” Daedo asked provocatively.
He was glad he couldn’t see Master Nader stare at him. She always wore her helmet. She was silent a moment, and her reply sent chills up his spine.
“Most certainly,” she said.