driftfleet | First Breath January Mingle

[She stands in the doorway and watches for several long moments, trying to figure out how she feels about the sight before her. Normally, she would have been encouraging, but given his earlier speech about securing rights, there's an undeniable nugget of concern.]

[Not one she's too keen on letting him see.]

Having better luck now?

[He sighed quietly, as he looked up at the Captain.]

Well the materials are correct, the schematics are very direct and I think my design will be better ...

[He sighed, as he leaned back in his chair.

So yes. But I could be doing better.

Is Atroma still dismantling it at night?

[She stoops down to take a closer look at his work. She disregards the books, since her world was such a 'hands on experience', and gives the shotgun a discerning look.] </small. You're building up quite an armory here.

No, these are my own materials so they are staying in place. Frankly I think I might have to start building storage lockers, or handing them over to the crew now. ...

[He looked over at her, and cleared his throat.] Unless of course you would like to take possession of all the weaponry?

[She locks eyes with him. It's civil, but they seem to be very clear about where they stand with each other; it's clear he's treating her with a persisting wariness and the feeling was mutual.]

Redistribute them among the crew. No one needs to be unarmed. [She's very pointed and steady; she's not threatening to disarm him, instead continuing to support her ideals about an equal treatment. If he became a threat, she'd deal with it then, swift and clean. As long as it's just this subtle verbal sparring she'd let it pass.]

[Honestly, Tyrion's entire issue with Furosia is that she thinks he is going to try to take over the ship - which he is not. He doesn't have the augment for it and honestly why would he want to?

She thinks everyone should be free, everything shared equally. Tyrion would be fine with that if his world was anything close to a socialist regime. Which it is not.

So ... wary, but respectful.]

Absolutely. Ah ... [And now, he gets to be embarrassed.] Will you teach them how to use them? I can design them, but I ... do not know how to fire them correctly.

[It's not that she thinks he's going to take over the ship specifically, she's not entirely sure he'll try anything, but his words struck in her a likeness of Immortan Joe and that's not an easy thing to shake.]

[His embarrassment, however, throws her for a loop. She almost visibly shifts, brows raised.] Yeah, I can do that. [A slight beat of hesitation,] Starting with you.

[He honestly won't try anything. He's got a whole lot of things to do when he gets back home - here is sort of a vacation. If one can take a vacation in the midst of space while being watched by millions of people.]

[And there is another beat.] ...Very well.

[Beat.] Next planet?

Next planet. [She's not sure if it's entirely smart offering to teach someone she's doesn't fully trust how to use a firearm, but at the same time he is doing good by arming the crew and she's thankful for that. This might not be the hyper-violent world she was used to, and her time here so far had been virtually devoid of the engagements she was otherwise used to, but it was a vast universe with a lot of unknowns and variables. ]

Doesn't look like it'd take you too long to arm everyone. [Perhaps it's partly his efficiency and determination with the firearms that has her wary, but the idea that he's willing to distribute them in the end does offer her some ease.]

[He looked at her for a long, long moment, before he nodded his head seriously.] Very well. Next planet. As long as it's everyone learning.

[That was important. He would not have their crew defenseless in a fight. Despite appearances, and words, Tyrion is ... alas, sadly loyal to a fault. Even his family couldn't quash that out of him.]

It's actually not that hard to build a gun. Simple matter of knowing the mathematics and the mechanics. [He eyed the weapon in front of him.] However, it's basic. No fancy twirls. Just the typical point, shoot, and fire. I haven't moved past that yet.

Everyone will learn. Some already know. Everyone will be able to defend themselves. [It's an important skill to have, and she's seen what's happened to those who weren't as committed. Quite simply, they hadn't survived.]

[She snorts,] I doubt half the warboys even knew what mathematics are. It takes dedication. Your gun is like your rig; it's your key to survival.

[She picks it up and looks it over. It's simple, but solid.] There's not a lot of use for long-range rifles in this place, this will be fine.

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You know ... you are unbelievably frightening. [Tyrion stated dryly, as he pressed his lips together. However, she had a point. If they did not learn how to defend themselves, with what he had built, they could fall into whatever trap the Atroma were currently putting into place for them.]

Hmmm so to learn how to use the gun, is what will help us all survive.

[He nodded his head once.] Good. It will take time for me to learn to make anything more complex than that.

[She just stares at him, for a moment expressionless save for the smallest flash of vulnerability. She'd built up a reputation out of necessity among the Imperators, in order to survive her world.] Old habits die hard.

So far this world hasn't been anywhere near as destructive as mine; hopefully, we'll never have to fire a shot. [She's not about to bet on it, though.]

[He gives her a wry look, before he nods his head.] That they do.

One would hope so ... but I haven't had much stock in hope, these days. [A more curious look, now.] You are accepting my weapons, and offering me help. Does this mean I am beginning to grow on you, Captain?

[She sits back and looks at him. It's a considering look, not all together doubtful.] I'm willing to concede you're less of a threat than I may have originally thought. At least, not to me, personally. If you're willing to give the crew such a step up, it would be stupid of me to deny it.

I'm not sure if I should be flattered that you consider me such a threat to begin with, or insulted. [He hummed to himself.] Perhaps I will consider it one half one, one half the other.

First Breath January Mingle

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