remember Admiral Steven Hackett as the least important corner of the
heroic trinity of leadership comprised of himself, Admiral David
Anderson, and Commander Shepard....
http://www.fanfictio...e_Ways_Than_One
A
little fanfic that I found. An amazingly funny, Hackett-centric story,
detailing that trials of building the crucible and managing the
inter-species coalition that created it.
A little snippet...that had me cracking up. Hard.
"Admiral Hackett," the turian admiral greeted with a nod the moment
he saw Hackett and Rutherford approaching from the other side of the
hangar, gesturing aggressively towards the geth platform he stood
face-to-face with. "I was hoping you'd help me talk some sense into this
damned synthetic."
"Go on," Hackett mumbled, not terribly fond of
hostilities this early on, but knew it was going to happen sometime,
and – for all his bluster – Senilius just might have something important and legitimate to complain about.
Rutherford, knowing precisely what her hopeful admiral was thinking, suppressed a cackle.
"No one is denying that the geth are a welcome addition to our war effort,"
started Senilius, taking on a tone that sounded like a general giving
pep-talk to his troops on the eve of the final battle. "However, the
Treaty of Farixen is clear: As the Hierarchy currently has thirty-five
dreadnoughts still intact, it would mean that the geth should only have
seven." He glared at the geth standing next to him. "Yet aside from
their dreadnought flagship, the geth have an additional
thirteen dreadnoughts in deployment."
"The geth are not signatories to the Treaty of Firaxen,
Senilius-Admiral," the geth pointed out in that calm,
almost-monotone voice of theirs.
"Your alliance with us should imply that you are now subject to the
Treaty of Farixen, and therefore must abide by the protocols of galactic
security!" growled Senilius. "Even the Terminus Systems abide by such
rules."
"The batarians have no dreadnoughts remaining following
the Reaper emergence from batarian space, and the independent factions
of the Terminus Systems never possessed the resources to construct
dreadnoughts."
"Perhaps not, but at least the forms are obeyed.
The geth…" Senilius trailed off, suddenly realizing that that male
member of his human audience was beginning to display symptoms of what
resembled a stroke. "Is there a problem, Admiral Hackett?"
Grimacing, Hackett mockingly took a step back, putting his hands up
in front of him as if trying to ward off a collision. "Oh, by all means, don't let
me stop you," he drawled. "And while you're at it, would you mind giving
the Reapers a call? I had been thinking about lodging a complaint for
them having so many ships."
"I'm not insinuating that we should destroy
the geth dreadnoughts," the turian admiral huffed, shuffling on his
feet, crossing his arms and looking defensive. "They're far too valuable
to simply scrap. I merely suggest these some of the vessels be turned
over to the authority of the Council races."
Like that will really happen,
Hackett thought, grimacing. Even more ridiculous was the notion that
Senilius even believed that the human would simply allow the turian to
have his way with a valued ally. Hackett was a fair leader and
negotiator, one who looked out for friends and allies alike, who-
"The
Alliance has only nine dreadnoughts thus far, does it not? The extra
seven dreadnoughts could easily go to the Alliance fleet, and your
numbers would still fall short of the twenty-one ship limit imposed by
the Treaty."
-was also an admiral and really, really liked big
ships with really, really big guns, especially if they're part of – or
are about to be part of – his battered fleet.
"I am not certain I judge the twinkle in your eye to be sound, Hackett-Admiral," the geth warned worriedly.
"Control, admiral," Rutherford coughed not-so-subtly beside him. "Control."
Right, Hackett mentally steeled himself, ordering himself not to give
into the temptation, damningly sweet as it was. "I'm afraid I'm going
to have to decline, Admiral Senilius," he stated, rather pleased with the
"control" in his voice.
"Are you kidding?" protested the turian.
"Imagine how well they'd bolster the Citadel Fleet! They're longer and
thicker than anything I've ever seen!"
What.
"The payload it shoots is greater than anything anyone else has!"
Right, thought Hackett. One's an instance, two's a coincidence…
"With salarian enhancements to give them stealth technology, we can easily penetrate the Reaper fleet from the rear!"
…He's doing this on purpose. I swear, he's doing this on purpose. Half-senile my ass.
"We cannot let this superiority go untested!" Senilius continued to rage.
"Our reputation as peacekeepers of the galaxy is on the line!"
Hackett could feel the aneurysm coming on. Hell; Rutherford could feel Hackett feeling the aneurysm coming on. God, the admiral complained inwardly. The end of the world is upon us, and we're having a naval dick-measuring, pissing contest.
Edit: Tried fixing the formating. Mods. We need a preview button. Please.
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