[hr][hr][center][color=FF0000][h1]Captain Aksel[/h1][/color][/center][hr][hr][center][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/21/c0/06/21c006cd9c8c00fc78a595b8cb68165c.jpg[/img]
[hr][hr][I][h3]PSS Excursionist: The Commons Room[/h3][/I][/center][hr][hr] 
[indent][color=8A2BE2]"Thieving little Strish'ak. Just because your afraid to bare the dishonor of treason, you force me to bare it. After already forcing me to stay on this ship, your nothing but a pathetic coward."[/color] Askel allowed Nine to finish, as she mentioned the Captain rebooting the radar in order for a safe and cautious flight. That though, was something Askel could listen to, including the ordeal with stripping the ship of tracker. However, there was a particular word uttered that she could not tolerate. Quickly and as soon as her Pilot ceased to speak, the Captain, clutched the edge of the table while lifting herself up and leaning in towards Nine. At that moment, Askel did not pull to her gun as did the Pilot, instead she restrained all four of her hands tightly against the surface of table, restricting herself from committing a crime she would regret. [color=FF0000][I]No... You need your Pilot alive, not dead... or disfigured.[/I][/color], Askel reminded herself within thought. She did not feel as if she had collapsed a moment ago, the throbbing against head from the fall was ignored as the mind instead thrashed with severe hostility. It was not being called a coward that pinched a nerve within Askel, it was [i][color=8A2BE2]Strish'ak[/color][/I]. Some native slang is passed untranslated through the implants, but more common ones are indeed translated.  

[color=FF0000]"First of all, Nine, you don't call me a [b]whore[/b]!"[/color] Askel could no longer contain herself, both of her right fists bashed against the table to add the further emphasis on the hated word itself and on her unmatched fury. Villianians are dubbed as, 'the Galaxy's Whore', and to be seen just as that in which it was uncalled for and irrelevant in the circumstance, Askel had only hoped to not edge herself closer to the berserk. [color=FF0000]"And second, groping your gun might feel real comforting, but within just a blink of your eye I could shatter your cervical vertebrate clean off your skeleton with the impact of a single pistol whip. Then I would tie that cute tail of yours around my ankle, dragging your head behind it just to say this is what happens when you call me a [b]whore[/b]." [/color] Askel paused, huffing and puffing in the midst of her aggression, breathing as she tried calming herself, to which she finally lowered her voice. [color=FF0000]"Thirdly, fine. I'll see to it how I can reactivate the radar without getting the Council on our backs. But it’s a part of the mission to fake this mutiny, The Council would know exactly why I would go rogue if it were my free will due to a past conversation, if the Pickers overthrew me in a riot because my attempts to piss away their freedoms for a lost race, they could only do that with the alliance of someone who has administrative power on the ship. So I chose you. It was better than the Lieutenant, besides his quarters were locked with his card on him. I'm surprised you're not the one to volunteer, afraid it's going to bruise your knuckles? Here...,"[/color] Askel unleashed her baton presenting it on the table.  [color=FF0000]"for you or anyone who needs it for the extra muscle."[/color] 

Askel turned and walked towards the same window she had before collapsing. There she remained in a familiar position, arms folded, staring intently into space. [color=FF0000]"I'll be over here when someone decided to make a move. Guess it is a bit comforting not all of you wish to see me beaten into a bloody pulp. But one of you is going to have to it..."[/color] Askel just wanted it to be over with, the beating that was, and really the future false enslavement. She was stepping down as leader, it was not quite a pleasant feeling, as she hated the lack of control. Trusting was something that did not come natural in her. 

[color=708090] "Is there anything in particular you want me to look for? Specificity would be helpful, though I can guess what you're going to request of me. And I appreciate the... recognition."[/color] 

[color=FF0000]“Be vague at first, say you’re interested in the rumors of extinct species. Make no emphasis on the human race, unless mention. Then start with slight interested inquiry of them… Just be careful, don’t want to raise any suspicion,”[/color] Askel responded to Ven’s concern. Ven and Riggs, they did not seem like a bad pairing, as long as Riggs remembered to put the mission first and not himself. 

Askel next felt Cu’s presence, then the chills the whispers of his voice brought, [color=808000] "Captain, are you sure of this?"[/color] She did not regard him any eye contact until he had made his point, reveal his thoughts that brought unease. Askel faced Cu, she muttered quietly to him, [color=FF0000]“Yeah… I’m sure. Listen, I’m going to make sure you’re equipped for this, give you my own personal arms I keep on the ship. Weapons aren’t always going to save us, but they help. I doubt the Teufelshunde would desire me as a captive unless the end result is concerns profit through selling me to other buyers. Us Villianians aren’t particularly known as laborers. No, we are used for beauty and pleasure… made to be whores. Its why I hate being called one. Such a rare species, especially with the lack of fertile ones, we’re dying. But that’s what the galaxy wants to remember us as, its whore… Not me though, I'll make sure of that.”[/color]


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