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But the unit kept advancing.  
But the unit kept advancing.  


=== Learning droid ===
 
Only the Lance-Corporal even heard him. The boy stayed close. He mussed the lad’s hair. “Stay frosty, son — this is going to get sticky. But be prepared to move fast. You may have to make some calls. I’ve your back, lad.”
Only the Lance-Corporal even heard him. The boy stayed close. He mussed the lad’s hair. “Stay frosty, son — this is going to get sticky. But be prepared to move fast. You may have to make some calls. I’ve your back, lad.”


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The boy nodded.
The boy nodded.


At that moment the [[SICAV]]’s massive conduit tracks started ''rolling''.  
At that moment the [[SICAV]]’s massive conduit tracks started ''rolling''.  
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Bundie shook his head. “Let’s hit the trees, boys.”  
Bundie shook his head. “Let’s hit the trees, boys.”  


What happened next would be with the boy for the rest of his life — a period which turned out to be far longer than, as he watched the disaster unfold, he held any hope of expecting to see.  
What happened next would be with the boy for the rest of his life — a period which turned out to be far longer than, as he watched the disaster unfold, he held any hope of expecting to see.  The caterpillars ate up the sand.
 
A SICAV should be no match for an experienced unit of seasoned killers like the Irregulars. [[SICAV]]s had mucho grunt on the flat and toted decent firepower — you couldn’t be casual with them at close quarters — but against anyone who knew what they was doing, they were easy pickings. They were unwieldy, slow, generally only adept at passive and retail conflict: ''limited'' downside protection against liquidity drains, underpowered in choppy markets — basically under-gunned. As such, they tended to be detailed with greenhorn sappers a fighting force could afford to lose.
 
But ''this'' SICAV was odd. Bundie watched it from his foxhole: it was nimble, [[agile]], quick. The crew was more capable than your average UCITS infrantry unit: less predictable in their defensive manoeuvres. And the vehicle had a dramatically truncated reporting and compliance harness. The depo — there ''was'' no goddamn depo.
 
And Bundie realised as it thundered across the sand, this thing was ''fast''. Way too fast for an ordinary UCITS unit.
 
=== That’s no moon ===
The SICAV reoriented and rolled at Bundies’ exact position. It came steaming straight at him.


[[SIV]]s had mucho grunt on the flat. The SICAV caterpillars ate up the sand. SICAVs toted decent firepower — you couldn’t be casual with them — but they were unwieldy bastards, slow, generally adept for passive retail conflict. They had ''limited'' downside protection against liquidity drains, were underpowered in choppy markets, and basically under-gunned. Against and anyone who knew what it was doing they were easy pickings. They should be no match for an experienced unit of seasoned killers like the Irregulars.
The RO comlink crackled. ''Heads up boss, you got company.''


As such, tended to be staffed with greenhorn sappers an army could afford to lose. The industry slang for the poor suckers aboard a SIV were “expendables”.  
“I copy, Cassie”.  


But ''this'' SIV was odd. Bundie surveyed it from his foxhole. It was more manoeuvrable: more agile, quicker; more professional, ''volatile'', less predictable in their defensive manoeuvres. The usual  reporting and compliance harness was dramatically cut down. There was no depo. And it was ''fast''.
“Shorts are starting to gett crowded, Bundie. Your team got the safeties off?”


Bundie hiffed in a percussive [[QIB]]. It blapped spectacular. It threw up dirt and sand and left a decent ditch. The SIV stopped on a dime. It backed up. Its front turret swivelled round and regarded the crater. A fire hose extended. and filled it with water. The SIV rolled over it.
Bundie hiffed in a percussive [[QIB]]. It blapped spectacular. It threw up dirt and sand and left a decent ditch. The SIV stopped on a dime. It backed up. Its front turret swivelled round and regarded the crater. A fire hose extended. and filled it with water. The SIV rolled over it.
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“Holy hell,” muttered Tucker. “Self-sourcing liquidity. That's pretty cool.”
“Holy hell,” muttered Tucker. “Self-sourcing liquidity. That's pretty cool.”


Bundie thought, ''that's more than “cool”. That's unbelievable. Where the hell is it sourcing that cash?'' Then Bundie knew it: ''this was no ordinary [[SICAV]]''.  
Bundie thought, ''that's more than “cool”. That’s ''unbelievable''. Where the hell is it sourcing that cash?'' Then Bundie knew it: ''this was no ordinary [[SICAV]]''.  


“Throw in another. They have limited reserves. They can’t do that indefinitely.”
“Throw in another. They have limited reserves. They can’t do that indefinitely.”