driftfleet | (no subject)

Who: Erik and you
Broadcast: Text, fleetwide
Action: the Heron
When: July 23rd

text.

If anyone - for whatever reason - wants some novelty fridge magnets, there is a sponsor crate of them on the Heron. You can take as many as you want, though there isn't that much variety.

I will note at the outset that no, there are no alphabet pieces.

[Along with this rather brief message is attached a photo of the crate's contents. Half the magnets seem to be little cartoon planets. The other half are... well... magnets.]

action.

[Anyone inclined to visit the Heron to take up this exciting offer - or just to visit - will find Erik leaning against the crate in the cargo hold. He has a number of the magnets suspended in the air above one hand, and every few minutes he flicks his fingers, sending one flying into the hull wall.

The crate itself is emblazoned with the message "To the most ATTRACTIVE guy on the Fleet! - Magnecessities". Maybe that's part of why he looks faintly irritated.

Flick goes another magnet.]

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Duly noted. Hopefully the next planet will have something useful then. It will give me time. [He caught the emphasis but he wanted to see what he or Phasma could find themselves anyway. He finished his notes, glancing up at Erik once more.

He had no inclination to justify himself when it came to the matter of the pilot.]

The Resistance pilot? Yes, it was. Or are you concerned for the star systems and planets we visit instead? [He raised his eyebrows, it wasn't a secret of what he had done.]

[Crossing his arms, he scrutinizes Hux's bearing, and his attitude.]

Unless you plan to bring wrath down on us from those planets, I don't care. [He's heard nothing about planets, and Hux doesn't strike him as fearsome enough to warrant any genuine concern.] What concerns me is you seem to be new, yet you've already shot someone within a confined space that we all have to share.

Do you believe I selected him at random? The pilot and his allies are dangerous and I merely don't want to see them wreck havoc in the Fleet in the same manner they have done to my troops, my ship, and countless planets in our galaxy. I took the opportunity when I saw it.

[This may not be his galaxy but he will always seek to restore order no matter where he was, he believed in it that strongly.]

I have no intention of shooting him a second time, at least here, unless he or his allies decide to break the truce.

[Erik's brows draw together. Adding up resistance, allies and "his" troops only leads him to one conclusion, and it isn't one he's favourable towards. After a protracted pause, he smiles. It's thoroughly unpleasant.]

Your political baggage doesn't interest me. Nor do I care for military men. Don't make a nuisance of yourself.

Then I highly suggest you keep your opinions on a matter you couldn't possibly begin to comprehend to yourself. I'm not interested in hearing it.

[He like being told how to handle himself or the Resistance. He tapped the datapad idly against his hand, his features twitching in annoyance. So much for his morning run.]

Now, if you're done, I have other things to attend to than justifying myself to you at the moment.

[Erik laughs.]

You can suggest whatever you want.

[Erik just won't listen. With that, he waves the door that Hux first came through open.]

Have a good evening. [You're dismissed.]

[Hux paused, narrowing his eyes as he glanced back at Erik but he wasn't in a particularly in the mood to take this further at the moment. There was nothing to be gained by it anyway. He would save his resources and time for more pressing concerns.

Either way, he could channel his annoyance into taking the afternoon off to make coffee and work on some of his personal projects for the Order. So he said nothing, only turning sharping on his heel, leaving without another word.]