Lady Moldoma
Professional Sweetypie
Chariot would pause for a moment.At that moment, it seemed Palladium Chariot wasn't the only one who thought it would be a good time to test a new weapon; Harry and "Palladium Chariot" suddenly received an emergency broadcast notification on their respective devices/systems; a secure transmission from American officials for Palladium, a simple text message to Harry's contact lens eyeware from the EBS, but the contents were... not from the US Navy and slightly aggravating.
"Considerations have changed. You are free to operate as you please, Harry." Chariot's voice echoes out, before it turns. "There will always be more targets to test on, in fact, if you'd like to stop by the R&D in Texas, I'd pay you well for live target practice. Make sure if Technetium gets himself hurt in that hodgepodge powered armor of his, you bring him back to the shore. Or at least bring back his suit. Personally, I don't care if he drowns, but I do care about his tech..." The voice echoes out again. The chariot suit turning, and rocketing back off unceremoniously.
"Palladium is cold but... I like to think they do care at least a little..." Harry sighs, and looks back to the ocean.
Harry couldn't possibly know that he was right. Dimit, at least, did care, but Palladium was meant to be someone that nobody would expect to be her. Cold, efficient, ruthless, and determined to design weapons for warfare. It was tough having to play up a character that was so mysterious, overbearing, and ultimately militaristic. But it was the easiest way to do hero work remotely.
Then again, she knew that not even the good press that Palladium had could save their image if Technetium got hurt from the missile test. He'd probably file suit, and that might put a dent in her pocketbook for once, or worse, reveal the nature of Palladium Chariot's existence.
As for why she didn't simply ask him to hold off. She had no sway with his sort. He was too overconfident in his own tech to recognize that it was better for everyone if she blew up the monster and everyone went home. He was exactly the type who'd make some post-contemporary 'owned' comment about her design choices for her robot, or some minor controversy/the fact that the Killjoy Conglomerate was a weapons tech company supporting The US Government. And she didn't feel like responding to that level of rabble today.
She did not like technetium. Her brief period as his protégé after winning a contest to become his 'Sidekick' taught her that he was: incredibly hard to work with, Insufferable, and unearthily 'faux-intellectual' as she put it. But she respected his business acumens, even if she strongly believed Techne Motors was a shabby company compared to the appropriate sections of the Killjoy Conglomerate - Considering Ross Arms was only Anthony's by inheritance. - Ultimately, she couldn't be mad at him for inheriting his father's business and trying to pivot away from the bad press of "making weapons for world governments." essentially, she did a similar thing, although her father got to reap the benefits of her advice and projections, while she was more or less forced to play the public role of the mostly unremarkable autistic daughter of her father. Then again, she loved her father's attention and approval more than anything else in the world, so she was content with it, and didn't see herself as hypocritical.
But ultimately that contest had only taught her two things. One, even people who seem smart can be idiots sometimes, and two, she had given at least one supervillain a backstory's worth of hatred of her to stew on, which was an entirely unintended consequence, but it's not like he was much of an issue. Said supervillain, Monarch, was a bumbling idiot, and compared to her as the standard was practically as intelligent as the animal he themed himself off of.
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