Attendance at Fortescue Military Academy M1 Y:2142
House Thoth, Squad Leader, Squad Zero
M1 Rank: 1/1275, Tier 3 M-Rank: Null
Term: 1, Round: 5
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Master Nader’s AI, Zeus, consumed all the raw data streams from the group two matches. Although she took an interest in all Thoth M1 squads, only one was the spearhead.
Zeus presented the data in the format Nader preferred. A front-end dashboard consisting of tables with all the cadets’ key stats and backed up with a deeper focus on critical events and data. The dashboard tables were nothing like the killboard. They included stats on reflexes, adrenaline, speed, damage quality quotient, accuracy, and cybernetic bandwidth. Some of these stats Zeus could pull directly from the raw data. Others he had to calculate – for example, reflexes and damage quality.
Lastly, what Master Nader was most interested in could not be defined and tabularized by Zeus. Strategy. Or more specifically, tactical awareness, strategic decision-making, risk-taking, and creativity.
Most of the cadets in Squad Zero were handpicked by her and needed nurturing just as an elite AI did, but only one was the reason for her being in this position at the academy. With the others, she built a support team around him.
It did not take much for her to be placed as a chief for AI in the upper school, and once there, little effort was needed to move to a house master position at the appropriate time.
Hacking the academy’s system was child’s play. She’d altered the raw data to ensure that the cadets she’d assessed in the previous years were placed in her squad. Once the system analyzed the data, it placed them predictably with a set of defined criteria. She didn’t even need to hack the outcome; she changed the input knowing the end result.
Although, she thought she could now be used elsewhere; the tiny snowball at the top of the mountain was rolling in the right direction and would become a force all on its own. Her superiors wanted her to remain in place to ensure the potential was maximised.
Evaluating the data, she began to find weak points, areas for improvement, and risk-taking which resulted in the loss of life to win a match in a faster manner. That was the problem with these matches. They weren’t real battles. Loss of an important squad member or its leader was inconsequential, but in reality, it would have a massive impact on the next – and all future – battles.
She would need to rectify this logic path at some point. The sooner, the better. She did not want bad habits creeping in.
The last match was about to start, and another message made it through her filter.
Commander Mallet: Fortescue requests a meeting.
Master Nader had blocked direct communication attempts by irrelevant parties, so they went to the commander. Why didn’t they just go to the lieutenant general, she wondered – the Fortescue military officer in command of the academy.
Master Nader: Specifics, sir?
Commander Mallet: You, me, LG, and Yasmin Fortescue. Masters meeting room, 1630.
Which was in thirty minutes. Basically immediately after the next match, depending on how long it lasted.
Master Nader: Interference is not appreciated, sir.
Commander Mallet: Noted.
These men were weak. They would do nothing and allow the Fortescue woman to do as she pleased. Nader was not weak.
Master Nader: Zeus.
Zeus: Master.
Master Nader: I am going to take a twenty-minute nap. Surveil the area, capture all the match data.
Zeus: Master, your vitals do not appear in need of a recharge. Anything I need to know?
Master Nader: No, there is not.
Unlike Myrmidon, Daedo’s AI was not her friend. At best, he was a companion. Nader used him as her most important and essential tool. Her effectiveness was directly related to his effectiveness.
Zeus began to capture the data from the match as it got underway and immediately started to sort, filter, and analyze.
Thoth and Horus formation captured. Two-dimensional rendering. Cover analysis overlay. Line of sight overlay.
Reflex data calculation and interpolation:
Barran 2.34, Picard 2.39, Mace 2.29, Daedo 2.42, Vannier 2.43, Gaumont 3.15.
Fortescue 2.44, Paget-A 2.72, Raoult 2.35, Paget-L 2.71, Brassuer 3.04, Girard 3.09, Niel 2.97.
Cybernetic Bandwidth mean:
Barran 122, Picard 139, Mace 209, Daedo 504, Vannier 141, Gaumont 104.
Fortescue 174, Paget-A 137, Raoult 89, Paget-L 77, Brasseur 80, Girard 81, Niel 69.
And so forth.
Zeus continued collecting the data for Master Nader’s interpretation. The match proceeded along a predictable path. The two squads had equivalent equipment. Thoth’s mobility was much higher, where Horus’s armour values and burst damage were superior.
The physical prowess tables covering speed, stamina, coordination, strength, and reflex were not disparate by a significant margin.
The main differential was the creative element that Zeus could not measure effectively. He could measure the outcomes, which were the match results. A simple four-line program could achieve that calculation.
The data streamed in as the match progressed, and it was not long before Horus began losing squad members. Thoth had trapped them, and once there was a large difference in combatants, the match wrapped up quickly.
M1 Thoth Squad Zero (1) def M1 Horus Zero
Zeus concluded that the energy shield which soaked most of the damage from the PPC weapon was a significant surprise factor to the Horus opponents and ruined their predetermined strategies. Master Nader would make her own conclusions based on the available data.
After the completion of the M3 tier one, group two, the points table was finalised.
M3 Shu Squad One
10.4
M1 Horus Squad Zero
00.0
M3 Osiris Squad Zero
10.0
M3 Amun-Ra Squad Zero
03.6
M1 Thoth Squad Zero
10.4
Nader’s squad was through to the semi-finals, only losing one match to Osiris, which did not advance due to losing a match to Shu and the higher number of deaths incurred during the matches they won.
The semi-finals were as follows:
Shu Zero versus Thoth Zero
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Shu One versus Osiris One
Zeus woke Master Nader at the appointed time. She viewed the results and was not surprised.
Master Nader: Very good, Zeus. Forward the report to Squad Zero Daedo and Vannier for all the group matches. I will speak to them later.
Master Nader made her way to the Middle Academy Administration Office, passing Squad Zero in the hall. The young cadets stared at her in anticipation. Did they expect congratulations? she wondered. If this group stage was a war, they would all be dead.
She arrived at the commander’s offices with her usual punctuality, 1628, allowing two minutes to prepare, be seated, and begin the meeting on time.
She sat there alone at 1630, 1631, and then finally, at 1632, the commander entered with Lieutenant General Berger (LG, or Berger).
“You’re late,” Master Nader accused. To her, it was inexcusable. They were not assaulted by enemies, there were no obstacles to overcome. It was merely a deficiency on their part that caused them to be late. Fortescue was a different matter. She would be late to show superiority, which was something Nader understood.
Mallet stared at her, a look of warning crossing his features. Nader considered that he did not know what he was dealing with. It was the other parties that needed a warning. Nader knew everything about them, and they knew very little about her.
The LG strode to the head of the table, paused, and then moved to the seat to the right of the head of the table. Commander Mallet sat to its left, leaving a vacant seat in between for Yasmin Fortescue.
A tiny urge flared in Nader, the urge to tell them that she was not the least bit intimidated by their authority or the fact that the meeting was three and one and not two and two. She quickly quashed that urge.
At 1639, Yasmin Fortescue entered the meeting room. She was dressed in a bodysuit similar to Thoth’s without the white insignia. Instead, it displayed ‘FORTESCUE’ in silver letters. She was trailed by what Nader presumed were lackeys and proceeded to apologise profusely for being late.
“Oh, my apologies gentlemen.” Yasmin smiled as she swooped in, shaking hands with the commander and the LG. I know you are all extremely busy, and not only do I take up some of your precious time, but I am late.”
Berger waved her words away. “It’s nothing, ma’am,” he said stoically.
“Yasmin, please. I am not one of your superiors. Merely a concerned parent,” she said politely.
Nader waited patiently at her end of the table.
Yasmin made her way down. “Oh, this must be your most talented master. Nader, isn’t it?” She took Nader’s hand and shook it. With a slightly confused look, she peered at Nader’s face mask which remained closed.
As Yasmin turned to gaze down the table, Commander Mallet offered, “Ma’am, Master Nader always wears her helmet and uses a voice box to communicate.” He wasn’t being polite by offering no reason. He did not know the reason.
“Oh. I am sorry, so sorry,” Yasmin implored. “I said ‘gentlemen’ on my way in. I should have known someone so adept at nurturing talent would be a woman.” Her smile was infectious. Mallet and Berger smiled obediently.
Yasmin promptly sat down next to Master Nader, ignoring the seat at the head of the table. Nader was slightly impressed. This woman was no idiot, unlike her superiors. However, while such tactics could work on a normal adversary, Nader was not normal.
Up until this time, Nader had not spoken other than to admonish the commander for being late.
“Master Nader,” Yasmin began, “I need your help.”
Nader turned her head slightly to face Yasmin Fortescue. It was not physically necessary, it just gave the recipient the impression that they had her undivided attention.
“No,” Nader said in her robotic voice.
“But,” Yasmin spluttered slightly before recovering herself, “you haven’t heard why I am need of your aid.”
Mallet and Berger were restraining themselves. Nader could tell they wanted to yell at her, but the setting and timing were preventing them. They were accustomed to delivering a dressing down to cowering teachers and cadets with no impediments.
“I am aware,” Master Nader replied.
“Master.” Yasmin began taking on a more officious tone. “We would like to make some changes. I,” she tapped herself on the chest, “would like everyone to be involved with the process. It is with a long-term view for the good of the academy.”
She stood and began to deliver a heartfelt speech. “I am not concerned with this year. I’m looking to the future,” she said with a dramatic arm pointing to nowhere in particular. “We could gain promotion within two more years, and if the correct amount of resources and the correct people are in place …” With those words, she looked at Nader. “… we could even achieve Tier 1 within the next six years.”
Mallet moved uncomfortably in his seat. “Let’s not …” he began. He apparently thought Yasmin Fortescue was getting ahead of herself over one squad and the makeup of the houses. But a hand on the table from Berger and a discreet text-to-HUD message warned him to shut up.
Nader thought she should play this game for a little while. Frustrating the children would only spur them into hasty action.
“What would you have me do?” Master Nader asked noncommittally.
“That’s my point,” Yasmin said. “I’m not telling you to do anything. I want to lay out the issues, the goals, and have you tell us what you think we should do.”
Master Nader nodded. Yasmin was a good operator. She could work with this. Nader speculated that Yasmin’s plan was to give her the impression she was making the decisions, thus lowering her guard. The resulting decisions would be biased by her wanting to please her commanders and the Fortescue family, her employers. And if necessary, slight alterations to those plans could be made at any time. Even if she yelled, ‘This is not what we agreed,’ they would be locked in, and she would have lost control.
If this was the best manipulator Fortescue had, it was no wonder the academy languished in Tier 3, she surmised.
Nader decided to toy with them some more. She let her head flop down slightly and said, “Very well,” in a lower tone.
Mallet relaxed visibly. He was probably dreading the outcome of this meeting. Nader thought it was a premature relaxation.
“I have studied all the cadets’ profiles from M1 in detail and have completed my own investigations,” Master Nader began. “I too have a long-term view in regards to this squad. There is important work to be done, and humanity must be prepared.”
Master Nader paused between sentences. They were to allow her words to sink in. Other than Yasmin, who was moderate, the information processing quotient in the room was quite low.
Master Nader had infiltrated all levels of the academy’s database. She knew more about the cadets, the chiefs, the masters, and the administration than anyone, including the LG.
“The cadets in M1 Thoth Squad Zero have forged a special bond,” Nader continued. “There is only one member I would even condone replacing, and breaking them up is out of the question.” She left her audience little room for consideration.
Mallet again looked like he wanted to protest, but held still. She had not given him sufficient reason to. Yet.
Master Nader stated a fact for their consumption. “What this squad achieves for Fortescue is inconsequential. Any tournament participation is convenient only so far as providing obstacles for them to overcome in order to maximise growth.”
Now she would drive home the bargaining power which they had not considered.
Up until now, the academy administration had been considerate of Master Nader and Thoth Squad Zero, knowing that working with them would provide a happier outcome for all involved. And even if that was not their typical protocol, Yasmin Fortescue, who instigated the prospective changes, insisted on working with the master and the squad first. She had other people interceding on her behalf, as well as the academy administration. She was aware of all of these facts and machinations.
“As stated, my vision is long-term. It is past their time in the academy. These games and studies are all in preparation for what comes next.” Master Nader paused for dramatic effect.
She would now give Commander Mallet a reason to protest and Yasmin Fortescue a reason to pause. “This preparation can be done at any academy.”
The torrent of emotions swirling through the three humans was palpable. It concerned Nader greatly that they had not considered this. She pondered how they could be this inept. Perhaps Fortescue did not consider this outcome because she was conceited or emotionally involved with her daughter’s dramas. The other pair had no excuse.
Before they recovered, Master Nader deemed it necessary to dissect Cillian Marais from their plans. She had allowed him access for specific reasons and did not appreciate Fortescue sullying her plans.
“Mercedes Military Academy would be particularly interested,” Master Nader stated. “I met with one of their alumni today.” The entire statement was true while being intentionally misleading. This would sever Cillian from Fortescue quite neatly without doing him harm.
Yasmin Fortescue had lost total control of the meeting; she had ceded it to Master Nader through gross underestimation. The last declaration was an outright threat. Yasmin was busy formulating a plan to get back in control.
Before she could begin, or even stall, Master Nader continued. “Now the background information is understood. I will answer your query and propose what we should do.” She paused again. “We will do nothing. Whereas I will be allowed to run M1 Thoth, including Squad Zero, as I see fit.
“If I propose a cadet change, then it will be permitted. Any other changes will be denied. Any departure from my proposal will result in Squad Zero and myself leaving this academy and finding a new home.”
Yasmin was stunned.
Mallet found his words. “Are you sure all of your Squad Zero will follow you?”
“Do you want to test it?” Master Nader threatened.
Commander Mallet did not. He was looking for a weakness that probably did not exist.
Lieutenant General Berger looked to Yasmin Fortescue. She was going through a range of emotions from shocked to angry. The angry look was not directed at Master Nader but at him.
“Thank you, Master Nader,” Berger said, putting on an authoritative manner. “You are dismissed.”
Master Nader did not salute. She merely stood and left without a word or a backwards look.
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Yasmin Fortescue was ropable.
“I have never been so underprepared for a meeting in twenty years!” She raised her usual elegant voice and thumped the table. She wasn’t as mad at the lieutenant general and the commander as she was at herself.
Her battles were fought in such meetings. But it was always the preparation that dictated how the battle was played out. Her side was found wanting, and by such a large margin it was embarrassing. It wasn’t an experienced and talented operator from DaVinci who’d outplayed her. It was an academy master. An educator.
“What do we know about this master?” Yasmin said hoarsely. “All I can see is that she started here as an AI chief with a recommendation from Svarski and Hitachi. She was in that role for two years, applied for a change to master for the new M1 intake, and was given Thoth due to her background.
“What fucking background!” she screamed. “We know nothing.” She rose and stormed around the meeting room, venting. “No wonder we’re stuck in Tier 3 if this is how you run the academy!” She pointed at Berger.
Berger was a career military man, having spent the last twenty years in the Fortescue Military Defence Force. He joined a few years after its inception when tax credits were created for corporations that maintained standing defence forces which would be consigned to the Earth Defence Force per articles in the Treaty of 2110.
His job had never been in danger. Military personnel were afforded contracts which were impossible to dissolve instantly. However, if Yasmin Fortescue marked someone for eventual termination, there was nothing to be done. It would happen eventually.
He stood as well, straightened his back, and declared, “We will fix this.”
Yasmin shook her head. Her faith in the competency of the administration had evaporated. “No. You will do nothing.” She took a deep breath. “My daughter will soldier on as before, and I will investigate, evaluate, and decide upon any action.” She pointed at the two men and repeated, “You will do nothing.”
With that declaration, Yasmin Fortescue stormed out.