The Plan Unfolds: Overkill Redefined
Spotty’s Perspective
Spotty smirked, her crystalline blue eyes dancing with mischief as she studied the skeptical faces of the human leaders. Time to show them what real power looks like.
“Are you familiar with the concept of ‘there is no overkill, just open fire and I need to reload?’” she asked, her voice tinged with amusement.
Before anyone could respond, she pressed a button on her communicator, her tone shifting to the clipped efficiency of command. “Grand Admiral Marcus Corvin, get another 500 fleets above this planet and prepare to execute attack pattern Spotty Omega 6.”
Her voice softened slightly, though the edge of authority remained. “And send some supplies down here. Let’s show these people how the good stuff performs. Yes, even a few dozen crates of the 30MT miniaturized focused antimatter missiles.”
Spotty leaned back, her gaze sharp and playful. “Let’s see how they handle this.”
Grand Admiral Marcus Corvin’s Perspective
Sitting aboard the Zmajcica-h, Grand Admiral Marcus Corvin processed the order with a faint, knowing smile. 500 fleets? Of course. It’s Spotty, after all.
He tapped a few commands into his console and relayed the order to his fleet admirals. “Deploy as instructed. Prepare for attack pattern Spotty Omega 6. Supplies for ground forces are to be prioritized.”
Once the orders were sent, he turned to General Abdul Azza, who was seated beside him in the command center. “She’s going all out. Again.”
General Azza chuckled, shaking his head. “Would you expect anything less? At least it keeps us on our toes.”
Corvin smirked. “I suppose. Let’s make sure those supplies arrive promptly. And someone double-check the antimatter inventory—she’s probably going to ask for more.”
Ila’s Perspective
Ila stood beside Spotty, her amber eyes sparkling with amusement. She never does anything halfway, does she?
“Attack pattern Spotty Omega 6?” she teased. “I didn’t even know we had an Omega 6.”
Spotty shot her a sidelong glance, her smirk deepening. “That's because you never listen during our meetings about strategy. You’ll like it. Trust me.”
Ila chuckled, crossing her arms. “Oh, I’m sure. But you do realize you’ve just given these people a front-row seat to the most over-the-top display of power they’ve ever seen, right?”
Spotty shrugged, her expression playful but determined. “It’s not over-the-top if it works.”
Elizabeth’s Perspective
Elizabeth leaned against a nearby wall, her sharp gaze flicking between Spotty and the leaders. 500 fleets? Antimatter missiles? This is overkill even for her.
She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Remind me again,” she said dryly, “who’s supposed to be the responsible one here?”
Spotty grinned. “You, obviously.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at her lips. This is insane, but at least it’s effective.
When Spotty mentioned the antimatter missiles, Elizabeth’s curiosity sparked. She leaned forward slightly, her tone playful. “So, do you think I could get one of those antimatter missile launchers? You know, just for emergencies?”
Fred’s Perspective
Fred had been skeptical from the moment Spotty began issuing her orders, but now… now she wasn’t sure what to think. 500 fleets? Antimatter missiles? They can’t be serious.
She adjusted her glasses, her scientific curiosity burning brightly. “Wait, those antimatter missiles—how exactly do they work? And do you think I could get one to study? Just one?”
Her voice was eager, her eyes sparkling with the prospect of new technology. This could revolutionize everything—if it’s not completely insane.
Spotty’s Reply
Spotty turned to Elizabeth and Fred, her smirk widening. “No,” she said, drawing the word out for emphasis. Both women’s faces fell slightly, but before they could protest, she added, “You’re getting the 300MT prototype.”
Fred blinked, stunned. “Three… hundred?”
Elizabeth crossed her arms, trying to suppress a grin. “You’re kidding. Right?”
Spotty leaned back, her crystalline blue eyes gleaming with amusement. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
General Abdul Azza’s Perspective
From his seat aboard the Zmajcica-h, General Azza heard the exchange over the comms and shook his head with a chuckle. This is why Spotty gets away with everything—she knows how to keep everyone on their toes.
“Marcus,” he said, glancing at the Grand Admiral, “you might want to check if we even have the 300MT prototypes on board.”
Corvin sighed, already pulling up the inventory manifest. “I bet she has it memorized. Especially the cool stuff.”
Azza grinned. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
The Leaders’ Perspective
The room buzzed with tension and awe as Spotty’s words settled over the group. The burly man, still shaken from earlier, finally spoke. “Attack pattern Spotty Omega 6? What does that even mean?”
Spotty smirked. “It means overwhelming firepower, precision strikes, and a little flair. You’ll see soon enough. And no hard feelings about before, ok? Had to prove a point and you were being annoying”
The gaunt woman folded her arms, her skepticism giving way to a grudging respect. “You don’t do anything small, do you?”
Spotty’s tone softened, though her confidence remained. “Not when it comes to saving lives or defeating threats.”
Fred’s Thoughts
Fred’s mind raced with possibilities. 300MT prototypes? Attack patterns involving 500 fleets? This isn’t just power—this is control on a scale we’ve never even imagined.
Despite her doubts, Fred couldn’t help the spark of hope kindling within her. If they can really do what they say, maybe… maybe we can win.
Conclusion
As the distant rumble of engines filled the air, the first wave of supplies descended from the sky, accompanied by sleek Liger MK3-E fighters and troop carriers. Spotty turned to the leaders with a confident smile.
“Now,” she said, her voice calm but commanding, “let’s get to work.”