Blameless Mingle

[shishkebub]

Who: Those who are without blame
Broadcast: Nope
Action: On the Blameless
When: Whenever we feel like it! Gawd!

[A brand new crew has been assigned to a brand new ship. Can they find it within themselves to get along? Find out next time! Or you know, in this actual log.]

Comments

[shishkebub]

[Well, he'll certainly give her credit for maintaining her calm. The whole 'do your worst' spiel is pretty dated, though. It takes effort not to roll his eyes.]

Tempting. But I'm gonna do one better. I'm gonna let you live. An' it ain't because I'm all about holdin' hands and bein' all peaceful like. You get this one on account of just being a kid.

[pyroelectric]

[Ha. As she suspected. He can't do it. Well, that's good information to know too. She smirks.]

... Of course. How very noble of you.

[Azula, maybe don't bait the person who has your life in their hands.]

[shishkebub]

That what you think?

[He keeps her pinned with the two claws around her neck. But the forearm he was pressing against her chest is pulled back. In that hand is only one claw. What he does next isn't out of cruelty or payback. No. It's a precaution.

He drives a single claw into her right shoulder, expertly missing the bone.]

You've got my vote for captain, kid. Only cuz if ya don't get it, you'll just go find some other ship an' pull this shit stunt again. You're going to stay here and if you try this on anyone else again, next time I'll put one of these through your heart.

[And with that, he sheathes all of his claws and releases her.]

[pyroelectric]

[She does cry out, then-- though she grits her teeth and it comes out as more of a hiss.

She almost drops to the ground when he releases her, but manages to stay standing out of sheer willpower. One hand goes to clutch her injured shoulder immediately to stem the flow of blood, though she never takes her eyes off Logan for a second. Wary.

What she wants is to slink off to medical to take care of her injury. But she doesn't want to turn her back on this man now. Not because she thinks he'll strike her down, but because it would seem too much like running away. She still has her pride. So she's stuck staring him down and gritting her teeth, waiting for him to leave first. After all, it's not so dark that she can't make him out when he's right in front of her. When she speaks again, she's panting slightly and there's no small amount of venom in her voice.]

... You've made your point.

[shishkebub]

[He might feel bad for this later. The truth is that for as much hell as she put him through and how willing she had been to kill, this was still a kid. Maybe she hadn't been screwed up in the same way as others had, but this kind of entitlement was dangerous. He had to be convinced he was doing the right thing here.]

Good. Now go get yourself patched up.

[He won't turn his back on her either - more for her sake than his own. People like this had a nasty habit of trying to get a final sucker punch in at their own expense. Better if she didn't get that chance. So instead he stands to the side.

In the meantime, the ship begins to hum again and moments later, the lights flicker back on.]

[pyroelectric]

[She stares him down for a few more long moments, unmoving-- clearly weighing her pride with her current rate of blood loss.

Finally, she gives him a mocking bow with some dignity, even with her shoulder injured as it is. It's humiliating enough to lose like this. She won't let him have her dignity too.]

As you say.

[Then she turns and leaves.]

[shishkebub]

[He remains watching for long enough for her to be out of sight, then he waits long enough to listen to ensure she doesn't just fall over. Only when he's sure of that does he angrily kick over the nearby treadmill and slams his fist on the now active control console to open the shuttle bay. He was going to need some fresh air and the Starlight as as close as he was going to get to that.]