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This is my loudest bork
- Emil Bautista -
Emil would hardly move a muscle while she spoke, listening intently to her spiel for any form of the answer he was looking for. And as expected, he didn't hear a shimmer of the answer that he expected from her. The only reaction similar to one of surprise was when one of the particle cannons came up to his face, and flicked at his nose. He simply attempted to wave it away, and centered his attention back to the captain while she finished what she had to say.
"You fire a shot in the dark in an attempt to guess my logic. You can read up on my history, my past, all you want. But here's the thing, honey. You don't know me, or my logic. If I only considered the options to be obeying or dying, I wouldn't have signed up to be a scout here on YOUR ship." He was honestly quite disappointed in her answer, expecting something of a much higher caliber, but instead saw his actions for its black-and-white.
He wasn't about to make a choice and satisfy the captain's pride; no, he had his own sense of the term that he had to maintain. But it seems he wasn't going to get the point across to her without having to say it outright. "You're only stacking your mistakes by giving me a choice. Let me leave, and what's to stop this pirate from nipping your arse in hyperspace. Kill me now, and what kind of example is that setting for your crew?" At this point, he had blatantly exposed himself as a pirate to anyone previously unaware to the fact.
Emil then did the unexpected, and continued to challenge the captain by raising his arms out and behind his head. "If you truly think I'm so much of a threat that violence is necessary captain, go ahead and fire. I thought you civilized folk were a lot smarter than my people, and here you prove to me that you're no different." He then brought a hand down to his belt, hitting a clasp that undid the hook keeping his energy blade strapped to his waist. The small blade fell to the floor, and he continued to look at her with a raised brow. At this point, he was basically surrendering himself to an enemy; since he wasn't going to be giving her the satisfaction of outright obeying her orders.
"Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm, captain." Emil then began to say through pursed lips. "If this is how you hold against something like this, I can't wait to see how you fare against the cresting of the waves." He was beginning to wonder whether or not she deserved the title of captain. Yes, she owned the ship. But she had done nothing to earn his respect. She had even failed to read his actions, and all he could blame it on was inexperience.
"So fire now, and let us see how much of this trust you have for your crew truly is. Or open those damn doors and let me do my duty, captain." Emil had been facing death all his life, but only by enemy fire. His old crew with the Cold Raven hardly ever showed signs of insubordination to ol' Captain Woods, but that's because he understood that respect for the captain was earned, never initially given. Something that his new Captain Royce didn't seem to understand just yet. Hopefully, he lived long enough to see her finally learn it. "Otherwise, that old bastard'll [Captain Woods] be laughing at me all the way to hell."
Emil would hardly move a muscle while she spoke, listening intently to her spiel for any form of the answer he was looking for. And as expected, he didn't hear a shimmer of the answer that he expected from her. The only reaction similar to one of surprise was when one of the particle cannons came up to his face, and flicked at his nose. He simply attempted to wave it away, and centered his attention back to the captain while she finished what she had to say.
"You fire a shot in the dark in an attempt to guess my logic. You can read up on my history, my past, all you want. But here's the thing, honey. You don't know me, or my logic. If I only considered the options to be obeying or dying, I wouldn't have signed up to be a scout here on YOUR ship." He was honestly quite disappointed in her answer, expecting something of a much higher caliber, but instead saw his actions for its black-and-white.
He wasn't about to make a choice and satisfy the captain's pride; no, he had his own sense of the term that he had to maintain. But it seems he wasn't going to get the point across to her without having to say it outright. "You're only stacking your mistakes by giving me a choice. Let me leave, and what's to stop this pirate from nipping your arse in hyperspace. Kill me now, and what kind of example is that setting for your crew?" At this point, he had blatantly exposed himself as a pirate to anyone previously unaware to the fact.
Emil then did the unexpected, and continued to challenge the captain by raising his arms out and behind his head. "If you truly think I'm so much of a threat that violence is necessary captain, go ahead and fire. I thought you civilized folk were a lot smarter than my people, and here you prove to me that you're no different." He then brought a hand down to his belt, hitting a clasp that undid the hook keeping his energy blade strapped to his waist. The small blade fell to the floor, and he continued to look at her with a raised brow. At this point, he was basically surrendering himself to an enemy; since he wasn't going to be giving her the satisfaction of outright obeying her orders.
"Anyone can hold the helm when the sea is calm, captain." Emil then began to say through pursed lips. "If this is how you hold against something like this, I can't wait to see how you fare against the cresting of the waves." He was beginning to wonder whether or not she deserved the title of captain. Yes, she owned the ship. But she had done nothing to earn his respect. She had even failed to read his actions, and all he could blame it on was inexperience.
"So fire now, and let us see how much of this trust you have for your crew truly is. Or open those damn doors and let me do my duty, captain." Emil had been facing death all his life, but only by enemy fire. His old crew with the Cold Raven hardly ever showed signs of insubordination to ol' Captain Woods, but that's because he understood that respect for the captain was earned, never initially given. Something that his new Captain Royce didn't seem to understand just yet. Hopefully, he lived long enough to see her finally learn it. "Otherwise, that old bastard'll [Captain Woods] be laughing at me all the way to hell."
Royce-Ann Gabrielle Bivens and Willow
SS Destiny- Control Room
SS Destiny- Control Room
"What's to stop you? Come see me in space and you'll find out." Roy grabbed her paperwork. "You want to do your duty? You will sit your ass down and get the safety brief first. Otherwise you'll leave, either this ship or this existence." Roy looked at him and shrugged. She was done with this pointless argument. Whether or not he respected her, she didn't care about. She had zero qualms about kicking him out if he wanted to be insubordinate. Whatever he was trying to prove, it really didn't matter on the sole fact that what he was going for would only work and mean something in a pirate environment. This was a professional environment though, where pretty much nothing from pirate culture had a place in. He was obviously a fish out of water. Maybe suffering from culture shock. This reminded her of a prisoner who was in prison for most their life then released. They knew NOTHING about the other side. "If you refuse, you'll be escorted out. Plain and simple, non-negotiable, just like the safety briefs I have to waste my time giving. I've taken on more than enough space pirates to say my work can speak for itself. I have nothing to prove to anyone but the government."