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We're Riding Solo

Who: The crew of the Huntress and any visitors!
Broadcast: Nope!
Action: The Huntress!
When: From now-ish until later-ish?! Go nuts!

[Time to get away from the icy ravages of the planet? Or see what happens when the Huntress tries to make the Kessel Run in 12 parsecs? All your threading needs are here!]

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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.]

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