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Who: Wrath
Broadcast: Video to everyone
Action: Windrose, or later at the fox park on the Iskaulit
When: Current

[Wrath as most people have not seen her. Hair's the same, jumpsuit is the same, expression is devoid of all the normal friendliness or happiness she displays. Her look into the camera is flat, stern. When she speaks, her tone is clipped, words a lot more precise than normal, like she's making a report.]

This is Wrath, First Officer of the Windrose.

There is a black fox that's been getting aggressive with the domesticated foxes in the fox park. Today she went after Officer Snuggles, and shortly thereafter revealed herself to be a member of the fleet rather than a pet, capable of speech. I have attached a recording of our encounter to this video for anyone who is curious.

Officer Snuggles is the vulpine officer for the Windrose security team and a valued crew asset. I do not tolerate aggression or violence toward any member of my crew and informed the black fox of such. She claimed that he is not a member of our crew and should not be "here"--presumably the fox park.

Officer Snuggles is listed on the crew roster of the Windrose. The fox park is for general use. I respectfully request that whichever captain has this individual on his or her crew adjust the understanding of their misinformed crewman.

Or I will.

I further suggest that those who have the foxes from Arslae as pets or working animals remain with them while they play in the fox park, as it seems there is a member of the fleet who feels justified bullying domesticated animals and doesn't understand the concept of shared or general use space.

Wrath out.

[Attached video: this from Wrath's first person viewpoint, taken from the data record on her artificial eye.]

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I'm glad he wasn't hurt. [ ... ] I'll talk to Renart about her motives.

[ What's one more stressful situation on top of the pile, right? He can carry it. ]

[what was that again]

This one's you're problem?

She's one of my security officers.

[She huffs something that's not terribly laugh-like.]

I'll bring you a bottle of the good stuff when you're done.

It's not personal if I'm compelled to deal with her. [She doesn't think Winter would take it that way, but better to put that out there. Personnel shit gets weird, sometimes.]

Don't do that. She's my crew, so she's my responsibility.

I'm sorry he was hurt.

I'm not holding my breath that she'll listen to you. This isn't a judgment on you as an officer. I've just known that type before.

He's fine for now.

Doesn't matter what type she is. I can't have her attacking other crews, too.

...too?

[Well, that's a loaded word in context.]

Everything green over there, Winter?

I'm handling it. I'll talk to her.

You can talk to me or vent at me and I won't say jack shit to anyone. Just keep that in mind.

I know, Wrath. Thank you.

[ But not this time. ]

Do you need me to make myself scarce on your ship for a while? [No rancor in that. It's a valid question of if it would make his job easier by not making a point of the fact that they're good friends.]

[ The answer doesn't come for a while. ]

It might be a good idea.

[It feels like a gut punch, even if she knows it's necessary. Wrath has no poker face. It shows, her tone dropping slightly.]

Understood.

[The job comes first.]

Work comes first.

[So it's the right decision. She makes a nearly visible effort to step back into officer mentality. Feelings are stupid and have no place here. But for this one reason, suddenly losing her major haven, she is finally angry at this fox in a personal way.]

I'd appreciate hearing when you've resolved the problem to your satisfaction, captain.

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