AN: Prob not exactly what OP wanted, but I scribbled this down when I read the prompt.
The courier had meant it to be an innocent…inebriated…prank, honestly. Unfortunately, reprogramming FISTO to recognize Veronica as its master was not such a good idea in retrospect.
Six sent Veronica on her way to his complementary room in the Atomic Wrangler where FISTO awaited. He and Cass, being co-conspirators in this prank, crept up to the door and sniggered drunkenly at each other, listening with baited breath. Predictably:
“FISTO reporting for duty. Please assume the position!”
“Oh, my god, what?!”
“Servos active.” There was a whirr and grind as FISTO apparently began its programmed sequence.
Six began to cry against Cass’s shoulder at the sound of Veronica’s squeal. Then his head lurched up in horror. “FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!” There was a burst of metal meeting shattering metal, and he and Cass threw themselves away from the door as Veronica threw it open. They gaped as Veronica threw the twisted metal remnants of FISTO over the balcony railing. The expression on her face was indescribable.
From below, there was a cry of anguish. “Not FISTO! Anyone but FISTO!”
Six took one look at Veronica, listened for one moment to anguished cry the Garris twin downstairs, and he bolted for his life.
Practical Joke Gone Wrong 1/1
The courier had meant it to be an innocent…inebriated…prank, honestly. Unfortunately, reprogramming FISTO to recognize Veronica as its master was not such a good idea in retrospect.
Six sent Veronica on her way to his complementary room in the Atomic Wrangler where FISTO awaited. He and Cass, being co-conspirators in this prank, crept up to the door and sniggered drunkenly at each other, listening with baited breath. Predictably:
“FISTO reporting for duty. Please assume the position!”
“Oh, my god, what?!”
“Servos active.” There was a whirr and grind as FISTO apparently began its programmed sequence.
Six began to cry against Cass’s shoulder at the sound of Veronica’s squeal. Then his head lurched up in horror. “FOR THE BROTHERHOOD!” There was a burst of metal meeting shattering metal, and he and Cass threw themselves away from the door as Veronica threw it open. They gaped as Veronica threw the twisted metal remnants of FISTO over the balcony railing. The expression on her face was indescribable.
From below, there was a cry of anguish. “Not FISTO! Anyone but FISTO!”
Six took one look at Veronica, listened for one moment to anguished cry the Garris twin downstairs, and he bolted for his life.