<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Cassandra.jpg]http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Cassandra.jpg[/url])</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cassandra (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=173794.msg8213761#msg8213761)<br/><strong>Occupation/Status:</strong>Prototype<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Applied Tactical Simulations – Room 001<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong><br/><strong>Tagged Characters:</strong>None<br/><strong> Open to Others?:</strong>Yes please<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Cassandra alternated between glances at the old book in her left hand and the tactical map with many different neon colors in front of her. It was hard to determine if either of the two sights held more fascination for her, as she gave each an equal amount of attention. The book was a crimson-colored 1st edition of<strong>“The Sign of the Four”</strong>. Each glance she took at the page was preceded by an off-hand flipping of the page. Each glance she took at the tactical map was followed by a dull-toned command.<strong>“Move unit Alpha-13 to grid A-15. Take position in the abandoned structure and scan for enemy activity to the north-west.” </strong>Her eyes went back to the book, as she took in two whole pages of data in one quick glance.<br/><br/>A pair of observers in white coats were overlooking the action from their higher vantage point. Windows high up in the training room gave them a close view of the action below, as well as the monitors in front of them.<strong>“I think we might have her this time… She’s badly overstretched her troops, the computer estimates that a concentrated assault in the center of her line has an 81% chance of success.” </strong>The older of the two men frowned briefly as if he was considering the right choice to make and then simply nodded.<strong> “Do it, let’s see how she responds. She’s been at it for eight straight hours, perhaps we have found a new efficiency-threshold?”</strong>The younger of the two men pushed his glasses higher up on his nose and entered a short command in the panel in front of him.<br/><br/>Below the computer carried out it’s suggested tactic. A large group of the virtual soldiers – or rather their representation on the tactical map – moved towards the center of Cassandra’s defensive line. The red enemies breached her flimsy line of the defense in the center and spread out behind her lines in an outward pattern. If the move was supposed to surprise her, it did not register in her behavior nor in her heart rate, which was being closely monitored. Her gaze even lingered for a bit longer on the book before returning to the tactical map.<strong> “Move units Alpha 7, 12, 17 and 19 to grid B-7. Have unit Alpha 7 deploy artillery on grid E-5. Units Alpha 12 and 17 are to put surprising fire on any enemy units that enter grids E-6 through F-9.” </strong>The computer carried out her commands and then processed the encounter in its matrix. The orders Cassandra made drove a wig in between the invading force that had just breached her defensive, effectively cutting them in half. One half was driven towards the North-East, where she had deployed two units to pick off the fleeing troops. The other half moved towards the building she had ordered unit Alpha-13 into. The icon for gun fire erupted all over the digital map, as well as the statistic for decimated units.<br/><br/><strong>“The little wench tricked us!” </strong>The younger man’s voice was more excited than annoyed, but the older man’s frown was neither.<strong>“Yes… It would appear so. Find out why exactly the computer didn’t pick up on that one.”</strong>Cassandra’s eyes were back with her book, before turning her gaze upwards to the two observers.<strong>“This match is over… I suggest you review the computers tactical matrix, I have been exploiting the same tactical flaw all day long. You programmed it with too much of an emphasis for doubling up on defensive weaknesses.” </strong><br/>