[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Silvia Adenias[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Altenian Tower Main Docking Port A1 ---> Tristan's Floor[/center][hr][hr]

	Silvia stood there rocking back and forth on the heels of her boots as the man in front of her examined her papers, perking a brow at the glare she was receiving from the newly arrived woman as she passed. Sighing she turned her head as the woman walked by and kept her eyes locked on her; a grease monkey it seemed. Not that she had anything against them, she spent plenty of time herself working on her own cruiser back home. Well more like watching and trying to learn as her friends did. She knew how to handle it better than most others, the inner workings were not something she had had the time to really get to know even if she wanted to. [color=a187be]"Well fuck,"[/color] she muttered under her breath. 

	Turning she looked back over to Tom as he introduced himself, her expression blank even as the blood from the nail gouges on her chest seeped through her suit. [color=a187be]"Yay, already hated by one person. Shall I go for two?"[/color] she said more to herself than anyone else. Letting out a bit of a breath between her lips as she looked him over. [color=a187be]"Yeah, bodyguard I hope I don't need. Never needed one on Earth but from what I hear about this planet Earth doesn't have the issues that this one does. Now, as far as a punching bag goes; I don't know what you have heard about me but I never attack anyone who has not physically assaulted myself or another without provocation. It is as simple as that,"[/color] she explained of herself. Knocking someone around was just not Silvia's idea of a good time. It never had been. Defending herself or another was one thing, ripping someone's mind apart for grins and giggles was another. 

	[color=a187be]"Noted,"[/color] she said as she followed Tom to the elevator and remained silent as they went up to Tristan's floor. Stepping out of the elevator she let out a low whistle. [color=a187be]"Well, this place looks a lot nicer than Earth Main Tower, half of ours is underground. Hell, the corridor to my room back home is a dirt tunnel,"[/color] she chuckled thinking back and already missing it. This place was just too [i]clean[/i] for her liking. It was like it was sterile and made her afraid of touching anything, she might contaminate it. 

	As the door opened to Tristan's quarters and Tom introduced her a glass mug of hot and foamy coffee went flying towards her head. Her eyes flashing as it halted in mid air and went crashing back towards Tristan, missing him by an inch before it slammed into the wall behind him. His eyes flared as he stopped pitching the hissy fit he was in the middle of only to start it back up as his eyes narrowed towards Silvia. 

	"How dare you!" he bellowed, his fingers curling up into balls beside his waist. "You could have hit me with that! Scalded me! Sent me to the infirmary! I would have you tossed into the stockade if you dared caused me one ounce of pain!" he screamed at her as he took a step closer. Silvia just stood there as if what he was saying meant nothing to her and actually rolled her eyes at the man. 

	[color=a187be]"Okay, let's get this out of the way quickly. One, you threw that at me so I was merely defending myself from an oncoming assault. One that if it had hit me would have forced your Head Of Security here to Slap you in irons for violation of Talent on Talent Assault Code 143-B2Z - [i]Talents of Level 1 in Rank are forbidden from attacking another Talent of Level 1 in Rank unless defending themselves from said Talent of Level 1 in Rank.[/i] Two, if I had hit you then I would have been in the right as stated in Talent On Talent Defense Code 560-FK9 - [i]Tanks Of Level 1 In Rank are permitted to defend themselves in any manner they deem fit for the situation if assaulted by another Talent of any Rank without fear of retribution or punishment.[/i] Three, if I wanted to hit you with that I would have. Four, if you cannot block a simple telekinetic toss then you have no business running a Tower; that might explain your lack of flair when catching my vessel. And last but not least; I am not some typical Tower Lead In Training. You are as stuck with me as I am with you, so you just might as well get used to this type of attitude from me because I will not stand there and take your Cuntittude like others are forced to. Don't like it, take it up with GTC, they are the ones that dumped me here."[/color]

	Silvia didn't flinch as she spoke and once again her voice didn't even raise to a level of annoyed. She was clam, cool, and collected as she spouted out regulations, codes, and her feed back to his attitude as if she didn't care what type of reaction she got from him. She didn't. Tristan on the other hand did not take what she said nearly as well as she had dealt it out. His eyes flaring up as if he was about to raise every last bit of furniture in the room and chuck it at her and her out the glass panoramic windows in the process. Seeing his fingers flare out Silvia took a step forward as she rolled her neck from side to side and placed herself between Tristan and Tom. 

	[color=a187be]"Fucking try me prick, I dare you,"[/color] she growled, her voice finally cracking; taunting him to throw another attack her way. The first had just been because of whatever reason he was pitching a fit but it worked well enough for her to establish a few things; one was that she was not just going to blindly take whatever he did. This on the other hand, that was a look she knew well from other Talents. If he threw anything at this point, it would be a purposed assault towards her. She wanted him to. The look in her eyes told Tristan that, that she wanted him to snap on her. 

	"Get her the fuck out of my sight, you have grave shift for the next 56 hours!" he spat before storming off to his bedroom, the door slamming in place before the sounds of many an item crashing and breaking against walls echoed out. Silvia shrugged slightly as she turned back around and looked up at Tom. 

	[color=a187be]"Well, isn't he just a peach? Mind showing me to the MOR? Seems I am on shift. I guess I will settle in after the shift is over,"[/color] she said nonchalantly before stepping passed Tom back out of the room and towards the Elevator. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b]The MOR[/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr]

	Up in the Main Operating Room, Craig took a seat at his desk and watched the event unfold with Silvia disembarking from the shuttle, the yelling, the scene in general. Perking an antenna as he zoomed in on Silvia and Tom, noting the blood stain forming on her suit. That was a first. Not that he hadn't seen a T1 bleed before, it happened. Granted it was usually from the nose, eyes, or ears, and had to do with a mental attack or over working. Seeing one bleed from an actual attack was something he had only seen once before. A T1 not even mentioning how the bleeding happened was unheard of. Most were babies, crying and whining that they were going to die from the slightest trickle of blood. Silvia just walked off with Tom as if nothing happened. 

	Leaning back in his seat she scratched the wiry hairs on his chin before leaning forward and downloading the security footage from the vessel to see exactly what had gone down before the doors opened. What he saw left his mouth agape. Soon as they had made the jump the ship had been put in auto for landing. That was a common thing. What happened next he hoped wasn't so common. The man went over to Silvia and acted like a fool, resting his hand on her thigh at first. Silvia had removed it mentally it seemed before standing and starting to gather her items to leave the ship. Next he grabbed her rear. Craig was shocked she hadn't already put him through the hull, most T1's would have. 

	Then he saw the cause of the blood, his nails gouging deep into her chest. Was this man high to try to attempt this on her? Shaking his head he queued up his com to Tryke. "Hey, may or may not like this but I need a double crew on the ship you are repairing. Once the ship is repaired it will be confiscated until further notice and that pilot is to remain on the ship until Fisher decides what to do with him after he gets a chance to see the assault," Craig said through the com down to Tryke. 

	This was not how he expected the day to begin, granted one could never be sure what to expect when a new T1 arrived. He didn't know what to think about Silvia. He understood the lashing out at the man but T1's were careful to follow procedure. She had, kind of. Staying just within the rules enough to make it a gray area. This could either be very good for the Tower or very bad. Only time would tell.