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Bug let the salute rest for a second, before nodding. "Duly noted, lieutenant." He added, hiding the hint of annoyance on his voice. [i]So someone beat me to the promised land? Who was!? Now half my strategies are ruined. And these green haired dweebs honeyed words had an impact on the Lieutenant? How are you so weak to flattery, woman? If I had known...[/i] It was no use crying over spilt milk, and the Lieutenant had to [i]mention[/i] him. His skill still had phantom itches from the burns and injuries suffered by the sheer power of the orbital laser they had fired upon him.

But it seemed the smug copies had gone ahead, so he excused himself. [i]Get started? Oh I believe I will. I am in the itch of killing some ugly ass bugs now, and Cruxi virtual asses will do just fine.[/i] Bug advanced towards the hangar in strides, his grace sometimes giving way to something more primal, more aggressive. He caught up with the twins, who where discussing Kattai with what it seemed the gaudiest nerd of the entire bay.

"Good for you, I guess." He added as a quip. "Normally the Kattai system breaks dreams, frames and spines." He said, in an acerbic comeback. "And...just a heads up. I'd appreciate if you didn't touch my framewerk unless you're my assigned qualified engineer." He added, his voice seemingly hostile as he strode off.

He heard faint rustly behind a mech. [i]Oh great, space rats now, just brilliant.[/i] He strained his eyes and saw what it looked a sobbing figure under a mech. Well, she wasn't wounded, and he was no psychologist, so he just ignored her after giving her a good luck. [i] Pilots breaking before the first week, so fucking splendid. Are you sure you're not a royal torturer, XO Lorenzo?[/i].

He made it past towards the simulation chambers. He had better get acquainted with what was the evaluating system from the start. Nobody seemed to be there trying to crunch a record. Well, that was good. He didn't like nosey onlookers looking at what was his game. Specially if they were the moral types. Inside a simulation...there was no morality to speak of. It was just ones and zeroes. And sometimes neural feedback.

"What's this. Unwinnable simulation? Duvallian Folly? I like the sound of that. Seems like an stress reliever." Bug said to himself as he loaded the situation.

As soon as he was inside he saw his framewerk simulated inside the bay. Good to know. But as alarms were blaring. Astolfo smirked, and turned his back on the mech, grabbing a nearby rifle. He ran on simulated legs, on simulated lungs, until he reached the cockpit.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be-" The simulated drone voice was cut short as the now inanimate simulated pilot fell to the ground, dead. The nearby soldiers thought twice, before they saw Astolfo sending the ship in [i]direct collision course with the Cruxi mothership[/i]. Astolfo laughed cathartically. This was good shit, good, consequence-less shit. Simulations weren't real crimes, after all.

Things escalated all the way up from here. More chaos. More pieces in the simulation being broken and used on the wrong order, as chaos rained down the skies, as Astolfo felt purging the negative feelings off himself.

The end result. [i]"Victory. 3 Human ships remaining. Cruxi Fleet Annihilated. PLANET CORE RUPTURED."[/i]

Astolfo disconnected from the simulation, and let the adrenaline flush out of his system. He was no longer along. A junior engineer was looking at him bewildered. "Wha...HOW? WHY! YOU LUNATIC! WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"I played...a simulation." Astolfo replied calmly. "It was good stuff." 

The poor bullied engineer gulped, as he flickered through his pad and messages. One sender stood among them all. Professor Lorenzo.

"Simulation done. Maybe I should try the gym machines now? Or find whoever is going to sortie with me. Mingle with the pleb. Gosh. So droll. But necessary." He said to himself.