Posted Apr 01 2014 - 09:21 PM
"Captain Skinter, could we perhaps avoid harassing the crew for being present at their appropriate stations?" A rather bored, though slightly amused, voice commented from the doorway. Major Daniels stood at the entrance to the bridge, one eyebrow raised and his mouth quirked in a half-smile. He had been on his way down the hall when Ameli headed the other direction and he had decided to double back, in case she was looking for someone to speak to. As it turns out, that had been wise.
"All humor aside, the Advisor was brought aboard to, well, advise. Her people are a bit more familiar with the further reaches of space than we are. If you've an objection to her armament, feel free to bring it up with the Colonel; in the meantime, I'm permitting it. I promise, if she shoots someone before you've had a chance to speak with the Colonel it'll be my head on the chopping block."
The Weapons Officer looked to Ameli. "Ma'am, the alert's over. The Colonel went to attend to another matter, if she's who you're looking for."
On this eve, the thirtieth anniversary of that first colony, many are left to wonder; is the world fast approaching a breaking point?
Breaking Point: An OTC Mecha RPG