06-02-2024, 07:07 PM
== Not Enough Drama Timeline ==
There was a slightly awkward pause for a few moments as Tyra seemed to digest the question and how to answer it. When she did finally start to say something, Mara thought she was about to give an empty answer and change the subject, but then she seemed to think better of it.
"No, everything is a mess," she finally answered.
Her candour was a surprise - a welcome one, for sure, but still a surprise. Mara hadn’t figured the two were close enough to warrant Tyra being this open with her.
If I was bein’ paranoid I’d figure on her decidin’ not to bullshit another Security officer, given we’re both paid to spot when people are hidin’ somethin’. But I don’t think that’s what this is. Maybe there’s a chance here to actually be somethin’ more than just workmates here. I know, I know. Professional distance. But still.
As she listened, taking a sip of her coffee, Calleja felt her protective instincts start to stir. The Bandaran felt responsible for keeping everyone on Artemis safe, heedless of their position or hers. Hell, that was why she’d led a raid on a base in the middle of nowhere to extricate Sydesh from potentially lethal trouble. Reconciling that instinct with the legal shitstorm that was falling down around so many people though… That was tough.
I hate watchin’ from the sideline but that’s all I’m gonna be able to do.
"Though something could be said for a rager that ends in a full bare knuckle brawl, particularly if I can choose the victim. I've got a few in mind that would be most deserving," Crawford finished.
“Oh, I got a list too,” Mara replied. “If I ever figure out who gave us those orders we just had to carry out, they’re gonna need 24/7 protection and it still ain’t gonna help ‘em.” She pulled her lips back and bared her teeth in a feral smile. “Can’t leave all the legal trouble to you guys. Who else is gonna keep Elias safe in jail?”
There was a mischievous spark in her eyes as she joked around. Calleja’s sense of humour often cut a little close to the bone and this was almost certainly no exception.
“I can’t pretend to offer any actual useful advice,” Mara continued. “But if you need a sparrin’ partner at stupid o’clock in the mornin’, or someone to watch your back when you go rippin’ through a bar of an evenin’, you can always give me a shout. You and me goin’ full sisters-in-arms in Quark’s would give the Security forces here somethin’ to think about, that’s for damn sure.”
The feral smile was still on her lips as she leaned forward to raid her second huli.
== Back atcha! ==
There was a slightly awkward pause for a few moments as Tyra seemed to digest the question and how to answer it. When she did finally start to say something, Mara thought she was about to give an empty answer and change the subject, but then she seemed to think better of it.
"No, everything is a mess," she finally answered.
Her candour was a surprise - a welcome one, for sure, but still a surprise. Mara hadn’t figured the two were close enough to warrant Tyra being this open with her.
If I was bein’ paranoid I’d figure on her decidin’ not to bullshit another Security officer, given we’re both paid to spot when people are hidin’ somethin’. But I don’t think that’s what this is. Maybe there’s a chance here to actually be somethin’ more than just workmates here. I know, I know. Professional distance. But still.
As she listened, taking a sip of her coffee, Calleja felt her protective instincts start to stir. The Bandaran felt responsible for keeping everyone on Artemis safe, heedless of their position or hers. Hell, that was why she’d led a raid on a base in the middle of nowhere to extricate Sydesh from potentially lethal trouble. Reconciling that instinct with the legal shitstorm that was falling down around so many people though… That was tough.
I hate watchin’ from the sideline but that’s all I’m gonna be able to do.
"Though something could be said for a rager that ends in a full bare knuckle brawl, particularly if I can choose the victim. I've got a few in mind that would be most deserving," Crawford finished.
“Oh, I got a list too,” Mara replied. “If I ever figure out who gave us those orders we just had to carry out, they’re gonna need 24/7 protection and it still ain’t gonna help ‘em.” She pulled her lips back and bared her teeth in a feral smile. “Can’t leave all the legal trouble to you guys. Who else is gonna keep Elias safe in jail?”
There was a mischievous spark in her eyes as she joked around. Calleja’s sense of humour often cut a little close to the bone and this was almost certainly no exception.
“I can’t pretend to offer any actual useful advice,” Mara continued. “But if you need a sparrin’ partner at stupid o’clock in the mornin’, or someone to watch your back when you go rippin’ through a bar of an evenin’, you can always give me a shout. You and me goin’ full sisters-in-arms in Quark’s would give the Security forces here somethin’ to think about, that’s for damn sure.”
The feral smile was still on her lips as she leaned forward to raid her second huli.
== Back atcha! ==