[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=0D6D83]Tom Fisher[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Security Offices[/center][hr][hr]

Tom offered the pilot a slight smile, nodding at his initial comment. [color=0D6D83]"Of course sir, it is your choice to take that assignment... I suppose if it doesn't interest you then I will contact the GTC, have them send a few correctional officers to pick you up. They'll worry about the paperwork involving the nullification of your contract, confiscation of your ship, cancelling of your license and any other privileges that come with it."[/color] He nodded his head as if making a final decision, watching the pilot. While his tone was polite and professional there was a clear message in them, he could take the assignment which Tom had given him or he could lose everything that he currently had, and spend a great deal of the next few years in prison. He couldn't help but chuckle at Ragari's next few comments.

[color=0D6D83]"Ah, yes, of course Miss Adenias has some secret agenda to toss everyone she doesn't like behind bars for no apparent reason. I'm pleased that someone here is smart enough to figure that out."[/color] The sarcasm in his voice was palpable as he stood there. [color=0D6D83]"The choice is yours to make, Mr. Ragari, you can serve here as Debute's pilot, or rot in a cell, it makes little difference to me."[/color] As Tom spoke to Ragari, Jackson moved off to a console to check an incoming message. Coming back over to Tom, he told Fisher about Silvia's request to know about who needed downtime. 

Taking a datapad from Jackson, who then moved off elsewhere, Tom remained where he was, waiting for Ragari's response as he began to fill out the report. He was fair with those under him, Jackson hadn't had some time off for a while, so he made sure to mention that along with many of his other officers. For himself however, it was a different story. Tom hadn't had a day off since he arrived at the tower, nor did he particularly want one. He filed in the report that he had only recently finished some leave, it was a lie, but he figured Silvia wouldn't particularly care even if she did find out, after all it shouldn't have affected her too much. Time to rest, without thinking of work was time that Tom had no interest in, it was time to think, time to remember. And there were many things Tom had no wish to remember, work kept his mind off them, and so work is what he would do.

Completing the report, he sent it off to Craig, figuring he would provide Silvia with it. Tucking the datapad under his arm, he turned his gaze back up to Ragari, a look of contempt in his eye that was not common on his features. Ragari was the kind of man who Tom despised, a worm, never thinking of the consequences of his actions but taking them anyway as some idiot. That was how Tom saw him, anyway, he disgusted Fisher, Tom found himself not particularly caring what happened to him, almost hoping he'd refuse to work as Tristan's pilot, but the offer was made and he figured he knew which option Ragari would take.