((Yeah these two are going bye bye))
Henry was watching Isolov as he waited for a response. He then spotted something, he was fiddling with something in his pocket. Henry was quick to reach in and grab his wrist. In doing so, he said, aloud: "Whatever you're fiddling with had better not be your dick, Isolov." He then pulled out the BEL AI, and it appeared to be asking the user whether it wanted to shut down. "Its worse than your dick, its your battery-operated girlfriend!"
"Hey! Who the fuck are you?" BEL asked upon Henry pulling it out and swiping 'no' to shutting it down and doing a very quick check examination of the datapad. "Put me down, fuzz faced fucker!"
"Certainly." Henry then did something a little more practical, he opened the back cover of the datapad, and pulled out the battery. He then found the memory card inside the Datapad, pulled it out and deposited it into his pocket. "Poor choice of words from her, wouldn't you agree?"
He then passed Isolov the datapad and battery and snapped his fingers at a passing marine to get his attention.
Henry then made a very particular series of hand signals. Point at passing marine, nod head upwards, point to Isolov, shake head to left, point thumb to side twice, make two fingers and tap them against shoulders thrice and then tap side of head whilst shaking head and sticking out tongue.
Translated: "Hey you, take this newbie to the Captain, he has been stupid." He then started typing out a datapad message for Captain Ironside:
Code:
TO: Captain Valencia Ironside
FR: Corporal Henry Morris
Dear Captain, Private Third Class Sergei Ibraun Isolov and Private Third Class Tony Griffin seem to have complete lack of respect for decorum and no personal initiative. This problem became apparent when I tried to ask them to undertake the task of choosing their loadouts for the following mission. Their failure to comply, or even speak against me shows that they aren't willing to fight.
Do not console Private Isolov over the loss of his artificial intelligence. I have reason to believe it was part of his downfall, and I'm going to determine whether or not it is merely an amusement on Isolov's part, or a security vulnerability waiting to happen.
Take whatever disciplinary action you see fit.
-CPL Morris
With that sorted out and Isolov being dragged to the mast, Henry had to give out his promotions to get the bitter taste of someone else's stupidity out of his mouth...
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"Ladies, gentlemen, good news." He announced when he reunited himself with the a portion of the Minutemen. "Private Raikowski. You and Simmons have both been promoted to Private Second Class. Good work." He gave the dependable marines a smile before looking over to Sawyer, "Aubrey, you have been promoted to Private, First Class. The brass figured you deserve a better life insurance policy."
And then his smile faded as his attention went to Vornov. "You, on the other hand, are in shit - you know what you did - you didn't control your fire and people died you fucking inbreed." The scowl on his face and the tension on his features were smouldering with barely contained rage, "Report to Captain Ironside for evaluation,
now."
"Right -
carry on!" He told the rest of his tream as he watched Vornov march to the mast for judgement. He then went off in search of the First Armourer to strip and shelf the three power armours assigned for Vornov, Isolov and Griffin - hopefully putting them into more capable hands.
While he was processing those requests, he spotted Lisa and gave her a nod of acknowledgement. As far as he could remember, she was after something to facilitate her drones related idea. It was an excellent idea on paper, but if she couldn't get a place to put the charging drones it was doomed. If need be, he could put a good word in for her.
