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9, meet with Vicious Vicious is Carlos Sanchez, White Star nobility and consummate duelist
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Oct 5, 2021 23:38
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Frost is Mielikki Olayole. She spends her downtime in the mess cooking up pastries and the bar drinking cute recruits under the table
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Dog is Klaes Khruzhtiev, who used to work in civilian demolitions until he got blacklisted for a practical joke gone wrong. And on further thought, changing from 1 to 8. We have some stuff to work out with Kestrel but it might be best left unsaid right now. Don't force her to acknowledge that we were defying orders, or that we're a dangerous wild card who happened to be really lucky this time. Meanwhile mom is even more important both personally and professionally.
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Weary and strangely apprehensive, I made my way into the chamber proper. The messages on my terminal seemed pressing, so I grabbed a seat at an empty table and thumbed through the text. Someone caught my eye - Capy, SQUIRREL, waving me frantically over… Then I saw her falter and withdraw as Kestral interposed herself between us and put one leg up on a chair to loom over me. Her fierce eyes bored into me as the lights backlit her angular, striking face but she didn’t say anything for a moment. Kestral Strellar: “Maxine. Glad to see you’re on your feet after your antics out there.” I bristled, but her tone was more playful than admonishing, even if her face looked stern. Still, ‘antics’ was taking it a bit too far. I’d played it by the book(...ish) out there. Maxine Fighthard: “Antics, were they? Seemed like they pulled you guys out of the fire, there.” Kestral Strellar: “Ah, yes, this is so - Carlos probably owes you his life.” Maxine Fighthard: “...I mean, come on, you couldn’t have known...” Kestral Strellar: “No, theirs was a trap laid to perfection, but I can’t help but feel that I could have- now, don’t change the subject. I thought we had a discussion about your outbursts.” I’d momentarily felt conflicted when I saw her eyes crease with shame at the mention of my daring rescue, but any sympathy I felt had just burned away in an instant. Maxine Fighthard: “Get off my rear end - I had it under control out there! I played things absolutely according to code until things got hairy, and then I did what I had to do!” Kestral Strellar: “Yes, and that worked this time. It’s going to keep working this time, and you’re going to keep climbing the ranks, big hero Fighthard, until you’re in command - and then you’ll ‘do what you have to do’, and it will either keep working - or blow up in your, in our faces.” I had to bite my lip and grip the seat hard enough that I could feel it rattling so that I didn’t just hit her right there. How could she be so, insanely, infuriating! A few scant hours ago, I’d pulled the whole team out of danger, and I’d done most of it completely dark. I knew better than to try to argue, but I also knew that staying here was going to lead to something worse. I stood up abruptly, flapped a dismissive hand at her, and stormed off to a corner window facing out into the void. She didn’t follow, but I could see her damned eyes trailing me in the reflection, one hand raised vaguely to stop me from leaving, but I was gone. The others were studiously looking away from the both of us in their own little cliques, and I snorted. Not getting involved, eh? I wasn’t surprised. Whatever. My terminal hummed against my hip and I took a look at it. A note from the doc. I gritted my teeth and tapped it open. DOCTOR HADDISH NOTIFICATION - PRIORITY C6 posted:hey Max, I get the sense you’ve been avoiding me, ha ha. I really must insist you come and talk to me post-debrief so we can go over a few of ur numbers. also your vitals say you took some neural feedback from your sortie or something - system thinks you broke ur arm out there when MOW got hit anyway bye Another message from Mom blinked at me, but I’d save that paleo-chestnut for later, after dropping by to medbay. Motion brought me to full alert; the door irising opening to admit Commander Axiss and some Logistics staff - no Alanis, unfortunately. As one, we rose to attention and made our salutes, but Axiss brushed it off: with the aces, the Commander didn’t require much in the way of formality. His face was unreadable, and he paced as he spoke. Commander Axiss: “Well, SPEARPOINT, here we are. Unless it’s very, very tiny, I notice a distinct lack of the Bellon Ampumetr. I’ve seen the action reports, but I’d like to hear it in your own words. What happened?” Kestrel cleared her throat. DO A THING posted:
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3. Kestral is the lead on this one, she gets to report and we're here to fill in the details on anything that might be hard to explain.
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Oct 29, 2021 21:03
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3 we will show her that there is time for by the book, like now, and time to kick rear end and go neon, like then
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Oct 29, 2021 21:54
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sure, 3, but don't make a habit of it.
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Oct 30, 2021 20:28
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1. We are being tested. Outbursts are precisely what they're looking for. Don't give them the satisfaction.
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Oct 30, 2021 21:17
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1 Try to reign it in - doubtlessly they'll have questions for you and you'll have a chance to say your side.
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Let's do 3 here.
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