driftfleet | We're Riding Solo

[That doesn't sound very...safe. To roam through space inside a rust bucket...]

I hope you are japing, ser. [The smile around his lips is a bit of an uneasy one.] It would be dangerous if this ship would fall apart while we travel through this space, not?

Oh definitely. But don't worry about it. If something happens, you'll be dead before you get a chance to think about it.

[Ah! The armory! Ling steps in where there's... well, not a whole lot really. But at the very least there are a few sidearms available for the non-security members of the crew. Greed plucks himself up one for himself. It's a little different than an Amestrian gun, but the concept is similar enough that he gets it.]

Pretty sure you being the security grunt, you get the biggest one here.

I am not planning on dying anytime soon, ser.

[Robb Stark has a lot of things to do and his plan has always been to die of old age, surrounded by his sons and daughters. The way his father should have died.

Once arrived he looks around himself, eyebrows slightly raised.]

I do not want to hold the biggest one. The weight would slow me down during an incident. {At least, so he thinks.]

Somebody's gotta have the big one, pal. Me personally, I don't really don't get much use from firearms. But you look like you'll need it.

[Which is why Greed goes ahead with picking up the automatic weapon to hand to Robb.]

[It seems that the man is rather adamant on giving Robb the overly large weapon.]

I will keep it in mind for larger battles. [After he has received the gun he puts it away again and picks out a smaller one. Larger than the smallest gun but not as large as the biggest one.] This one will be fine, ser.

[Robb Stark knows what he is doing.]

Am I the only one carrying a weapon here?

Well I don't know about the rest of them, but I'm keeping this. [Greed may not need a gun, but hell, he's not going to part from something if he gets the chance. He selects a standard sidearm for himself.] I'll leave it to you to hand out the rest. If you think you can trust some of these punks with one.

Do you know how to handle that weapon?
[He does not mind others on the ship carrying one, but they should know how to handle it. It is not that ‘space’ offers a lot of escapes when problems arise.] Do they know?

[Greed held out the gun the full length of his arm, picked an imaginary target, released the safety, and made an imaginary 'pow' motion while keeping his finger away from the trigger.]

Just like that. As for the others? Who knows. A few of them seem on the up and up.

Do not treat such weapons as if they are toys, ser. [He clears his voice and sounds a little more strict as he continues to speak.] You might injure yourself or others. [Slowly he reaches out and forces the other to lower the gun.]

Not so worried about injuring myself, pal. [He yanks his gun away and takes a step back and points a finger at his forehead.] Go ahead. Feel free to plant one right here.

[Robb is not quite sure if he has to smile or look horrified and he stays silent for a long while.]

I will forbid you to carry any weapon from now. I do not think it is safe to show such behaviour while we fly through space. [He extends his arm.] Give it back to me.

Forbid? Sorry pal, you've got the wrong idea about how the chain of command works here. See, I'm the captain, so when I say plant one right here, I mean do it now.

[His grin is wide and taunting, without an ounce of fear or apprehension in his features. He wants Robb to do it.]

[You are scoring no brownie points here, Greed. The look on Robb’s face changes from a half-horrified one to a downright unamused one.]

The captain is the man with the blue skin. [And his suggestion-jars.] I ask of you not to tell me lies. Or I have you captured and you can sit it out in the dungeon. [Do they have a dungeon here?] Hand me the gun. [Now his voice sounds strict, as if he is commanding his men before going into battle.]

Gods be good, I have no time for such games.

[Ah, now there's a sense of command. If this guy had been placed as captain, Greed might not have been able to plot such an easy takeover. But in this case, it was a little late for that.

He considered making this into a whole thing. Instead, Greed just holstered the gun instead and tucked his coat around it.]

You're bumming me out, pal. I really was going to show you something neat. But I'll be keeping this on me, all the same. Captain's prerogative.

[He won't even bother addressing the situation with Kurt.]

[Robb rolls his eyes. Now the other man is a little bigger than him and he really does not want this to be a fight. Gods, if he only had Grey Wind, probably a flash of those sharp teeth would be enough to change this man’s mind.]

Very well.

[This is his first time here. And this man is not the captain. Robb picks the large gun he has been given and aims at the man across of him.]

Put it down. [There is no intention to kill him but he sure has to act the part.] Now! [Robb can have quite a loud voice for a boy of sixteen. Very handy on a battlefield.]

Do not be some bloody lackwit!

[He is going to put him in chains, that is for sure.]

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Now you're getting it! [His grins turns wide and sadistic.]

Do it! Right here!

[He thumps his chest.]

[Robb notices that he is getting very angry, very fast. This idiot needs to be locked away.]

I do not kill men for behaving like a bloody child. [He pokes the man’s chest with the weapon, looking at him with a scowl on his face.] If you crave death so much you are free to jump out of this...ship.

[On the other hand, Greed looks mildly annoyed that nothing has happened yet.]

Anyone ever tell you how much of a disappointment you are? If you're going to make a threat, either follow through or tuck your tail between your legs and scram.

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I will not consider your words, ser. You do not know me.

[Still, those words anger him more than they should and he has to remind himself that he is a king back home, not here. But then again, he is responsible for the safety of others here. This man could endanger that.

And, to be honest, Robb is better with a sword or a weapon than he is with his hands. This man is taller and older than he is.

While he presses the barrel of the weapon against the other’s chest he quickly lets go with one hand, reaching for the weapon the other is hiding underneath his clothes.

Mayhaps he should shoot him in the knees if everything fails.]

[Ohhhh my goooood.

Greed is getting so annoyed. And hell, he doesn't even need a gun anyway. So although it might have been exciting to escalate the situation, he wasn't interested in the other guy getting hurt in the process.

His hand rests on his own gun so it isn't easy for Robb to just collect it, but he hasn't decided if he wants to surrender it.]

You know, this would've been a lot easier if you just shot me. Really. Here I am, trying to show off how indestructible I am, and you just had to go make it a thing. Well. Here's your gun back.

[He finally pulls the gun out and holds it out for Robb to take - he even holds it by the barrel as a show of good will.]

[Greed is not the only one who is annoyed. Here Robb expected a pleasant meeting with someone on this new ship, and instead of that the man seems to be a threat for everyone.

And he does not want to shoot him or injure him. But then again, he is not sure he’d be able to win a fight like this. King or not, he is still lost somewhere between being a boy and a man. He has strong arms and good stamina but to be able to pummel a man grown to the ground. No.]

You should not play games like that. [Robb curls his fingers around the gun and yanks it away from his hands.] Are you some sort of lackwit? Have you even thought about the other people on this ship!?

[He is definitely raising his voice now and that is always the point where it turns squeaky instead of manly. Like that of a true sixteen year old.]

[For the briefest moment the word 'lackwit' has Greed seriously contemplating just killing the guy right now. But good sensibility rules the day and he just laughs. What he does instead is loose a few buttons from his shirt to expose his bare chest. Instead of skin though, there is a patch of a black graphite-like substance that has replaced that part of his flesh. He even knocks on it with his fingers giving a nice satisfying tap like knocking on stone.]

I was thinking about you. What I wanted you to know was that you might be security around here, but those little toys you have there don't stand a chance of hurting me. So I'd suggest you think about the rest of your crew and see that you don't get any ideas about trying to pull anything against me. For your own sake.

[Robb cannot exactly see if the man is wearing armor underneath his clothes or that his skin is his armor at the same time. He had not expected that his first meeting would go like this. All he wanted is to shake hands and introduce himself, find his chambers and lie down for a moment.]

Your threat does not frighten me. [Okay, just a little bit. Because he is not sure what is up with his armor.] If you put this ship in danger I have to put you in chains. [Robb straightens his back and tries to look as kingly as he can, not flinching. He would probably lose a fight with this man.]

For your sake, ser. [He takes a couple of steps backwards and finally puts the gun away, keeping an eye on the other the entire time.]

We're Riding Solo

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