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The silence that followed the Captain's announcement was punctuated by a long slurp. Pax took her time with a gulp from her ration, her eyes narrowed and fixed on Aksel even as she tilted her head back, cutting herself off mid-grumble about how if Grick mispronounced her name one more time she'd show him just where his vocal cords lacked. She drank, she set the jug back on the table, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and then she spoke up.

[color=eedf58]"No offense, Cap,"[/color] Pax started in a drawling tone [i]clearly[/i] meant to offend, [color=eedf58]"And it hurts me, deep in my soul, to turn down an opportunity to beat the shit out of anyone—but what the fuck are you thinking?"[/color]

She slouched forward even more, on hand smashed against her cheek and the other raised up, one of her two thumbs stuck straight out.

[color=eedf58]"First of all, you're assuming the crew won't flip out and [i]actually[/i] mutiny after this, which...you know what they say about assumptions. We're all here because we were offered an opportunity to cut our sentences in half. If we [i]wanted[/i] to be jailbirds, we would be. I don't much care either way, just a heads up for a shiv in your spine."[/color]

Another thumb out. [color=eedf58]"Second of all, I love Nomad, great place, the fish rolls in Shangri Ward are delicious, but I can also guarantee that if we make noise about our dramatic mutiny as soon as we dock, we'll attract way more attention than if we just shut up about it. Do you really think a band of mutineers would mouth off about it to just anyone? Not fuckin' likely. Better bet to just stay quiet."[/color]

Pax sat back, her long legs kicked out in front of her in a sprawl that she somehow managed to make look disrespectful. A finger extended. [color=eedf58]"Third, there's no way we're touching down on Nomad without someone noticing something, mutiny or not, and odds are good that that someone is willing to sell what they noticed. Would've thought you'd assume the Council would catch on before you planned this out, but I guess I overestimated you. There aren't enough guns on that entire godless station to take on a Council battleship if they know where we're headed."[/color]

She spread her hands, and her grin was as irreverent as always, but her eyes were narrowed in thought. [color=eedf58]"Frankly, Cap, if I were going to advise you I'd say we ditch the [i]Excursionist[/i] altogether or we don't have a kytryk's chance at high noon, not with all the monitoring shit the Council stuck us with."[/color] Pax leaned forward, her grin vanishing and her hands tight on the table. [color=eedf58]"But I'm not advising you, because this plan of yours is about as useless as whatever sorry nonsense Cú is calling his genitals. So the Council might've committed genocide. It's one species in an entire tchyting galaxy—planets die, asteroids strike, societies collapse every day. What's new?"[/color]

However, in all that irritated speech, she'd never once flat out said 'no'—in fact, she'd offered suggestions that indicated otherwise. She didn't give a damn about the humans, that much was honest...but she might just take the opportunity to get out from under the Council's thumb. There was a reason the Trakqi didn't listen to them.