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Who: Wrath, Theon, anyone else who wants to be a spectator for this train wreck (Beverly Crusher, Paisley crew?)
Broadcast: None
Action: SS Paisley
When: About an hour after Theon's little meltdown

[Wrath is not at all surprised Theon didn't show up. Just confirms that Theon is an idiot, and she's not even that much more irritated when she has to depart the Iskaulit and head for the Paisley on her shuttle.

She arrives in style; full body armor, modified to her specs (which means there's a lot of pink), sword at her hip, and a length of chain wrapped around her chest from torso to waist. Thanks to Beverly, she's feeling no pain, barely even limping, and comes in with a relentless pace that might bring an avalanche to mind. She's also, perhaps incongruously, carrying a small potted plant under one arm.

Now, whether any of that sounds intimidating when coupled with the bright pink hair and the fact that she's barely 5'3" is a matter for opinion.

She's got a surprisingly deep and very penetrating voice when she shouts. Parade ground voice.]

THEON. I am here to PERSONALLY drag your wet little ass out from under that rock.

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[There's no point to talking at the moment, and she's not going to waste her breath. Wrath doesn't give any warning about this; she just explodes into action, with all the speed that comes from having synthetic muscle fibers and a fully wired nervous system. The chain lashes ahead of her, aimed for the neck, and she's ready to tackle with her entire mass--which is way higher than someone at her height and apparent weight ought to have.]

[ It's inevitable, really. Theon is an excellent marksman and an efficient swordsman, quick on his feet on his better days. This is not one of his better days. This is not one his better weeks. He's still set on smooth talking and not prepared at all when Wrath makes her move. The chain catches him around the neck, ripping the air from his lungs as he's tackled to the ground in an instant.

Still, as he manages to gasp: ]

An illustrative example?

[ His teeth are clenched in a tight, forced grin. He'll never give up smiling through his pain. ]

I do not intend to fight a woman.

[ Theon... ]

[Wrath laughs at him, because in the land of ridiculous statements, that one's up there. She digs her knee into his back a little harder.]

This isn't a fight, scrub. This is a lesson.

[She leans over to speak with quiet intensity into his ear. She holds the chain tight], but not so tight he can't breathe.

I don't give a fuck what cousin-screwing, ass-backwards universe you come from. I don't give a fuck about your precious little ego. And I certainly don't give fuck one about who you think you are or whose sweatsock you got squeezed out of. I've shit bigger things than you and flushed them without thinking twice.

We clear?

[ His smile is slowly turning downwards into a grimace as he struggles with her, trying to somehow get her off of him, but it's futile. The more he moves, the more the chain presses against throat. All the pain he'll walk away from this with is going to be caused by himself and his inability to know when he's been bested.

After a moment of this, he clenches his hands into tight fists and growls, hissing a response through gritted teeth:]

Get off of me and we will be.

[ Oh, that hurts to say, but he would like to be spared further embarrassment. ]

This is your one and only chance, scrub. Try not to fuck yourself.

[She releases the chain and gets off him.]

This is how it works. You work hard, you watch your fucking mouth, you earn respect.

I am Lieutenant Wrath. In what passes for a command structure in this shitshow of a fleet, I outrank you. I am the security officer of the Windrose. I work hard and serve my ship. You call me Lieutenant, or sir.

Captain Russo isn't my CO, but she outranks me. She runs a good ship and works hard. And unless she gives you permission otherwise, she is Captain, or sir.

[Wrath picks up the potted plant she brought with her.]

And this is Corporal Stewart. She also outranks you, because she works hard to replace the oxygen your scrub ass wastes by breathing and performing no useful function on a ship with limited air supply.