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driftfleet2016-02-09 08:06 pm
pain_train) wrote in driftfleet2016-02-09 08:06 pm
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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.
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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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. ]
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[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.