Post by Carlos on Dec 15, 2012 12:14:00 GMT -6
"If there's anymore questions we'll conclude the conference. Thank you for your continued service to the Empire and may honor be with you and your ancestors," Commodore Denalia said confidently. The officers began to either disperse or converse with one and another.
Darius calmly put away his data slate and gestured for Major Brent Staford. However a tap at his shoulder, drew his attention, turning to see one of the Commodore's aides.
"The Commodore wishes to speak to you in private Marquis Sarcanus," The aide said in a quick hushed tone.
Darius noted she had red hair, left long enough to frame her face only, quite petite as well.
"Very well, I'll be right there." Darius replied calmly, then looked to Brent. "Go on ahead. You know what to do."
Darius followed the aide to Commodore Denalia's stateroom. Quite large, with a lavish desk, he wondered if the wood was real oak. So few oak tree samples were carried in the Ark Ships that even fewer were used to propagate the particular tree on new worlds.
Commodore Denalia entered soon after. Loosening his color as he eyed Darius, doing so until he sat down behind his desk, finally speaking. "I understand things got out of hand last night."
"A momentary lapse in judgement." Darius quipped with a smile.
"Quite a lapse you made." The Commodore returned.
Darius, still standing, placed a hand on the desk leaning forward a bit. "It wasn't I who lapsed in judgement."
"You scarred an officer's face with a broken glass!" Commodore Denalia finally snapped, half rising from his chair, only to quickly sit back down.
"Only after he reached for it first. Even then, it wouldn't have been, had he not tossed the offered drink out of my hands." Darius said in a powerful voice, that he expertly kept from becoming a shout.
"Fighting with the men," The Commodore said in an exhausted tone, trying to shift the subject.
"Fighting with my men is what I do. We all share in the risk of this life and we all share in what reprieves we can get," Darius told the Commodore with a strong sense of certainty. Taking a seat, he let the air sit a bit, so they could both cool.
The Commodore sighed heavily rubbing his face. Darius eyed the man, he understood, Denalia is the overall commander and it does not do well for him to have an officer out of line. Least of all one he cannot punish.
"I will go to the brig. So long as the other Captain does as well. However, if I'm used as an example, and that man walks. That will be the end of our participation here." Darius said confidently at first, but finished with stern words that left no room for misunderstanding.
"I understand. I will send you a message when the time is ready. You can come to the brig on your own," Commodore Denalia replied.
"Thank you," Darius said as he stood, then placed a fist over his heart. "To our ancestors honor."
The Commodore returned the gesture and the words. With a nod, Darius left, calmly heading back down the halls. He wanted to get a few things squared away before he did some time.
Darius calmly put away his data slate and gestured for Major Brent Staford. However a tap at his shoulder, drew his attention, turning to see one of the Commodore's aides.
"The Commodore wishes to speak to you in private Marquis Sarcanus," The aide said in a quick hushed tone.
Darius noted she had red hair, left long enough to frame her face only, quite petite as well.
"Very well, I'll be right there." Darius replied calmly, then looked to Brent. "Go on ahead. You know what to do."
Darius followed the aide to Commodore Denalia's stateroom. Quite large, with a lavish desk, he wondered if the wood was real oak. So few oak tree samples were carried in the Ark Ships that even fewer were used to propagate the particular tree on new worlds.
Commodore Denalia entered soon after. Loosening his color as he eyed Darius, doing so until he sat down behind his desk, finally speaking. "I understand things got out of hand last night."
"A momentary lapse in judgement." Darius quipped with a smile.
"Quite a lapse you made." The Commodore returned.
Darius, still standing, placed a hand on the desk leaning forward a bit. "It wasn't I who lapsed in judgement."
"You scarred an officer's face with a broken glass!" Commodore Denalia finally snapped, half rising from his chair, only to quickly sit back down.
"Only after he reached for it first. Even then, it wouldn't have been, had he not tossed the offered drink out of my hands." Darius said in a powerful voice, that he expertly kept from becoming a shout.
"Fighting with the men," The Commodore said in an exhausted tone, trying to shift the subject.
"Fighting with my men is what I do. We all share in the risk of this life and we all share in what reprieves we can get," Darius told the Commodore with a strong sense of certainty. Taking a seat, he let the air sit a bit, so they could both cool.
The Commodore sighed heavily rubbing his face. Darius eyed the man, he understood, Denalia is the overall commander and it does not do well for him to have an officer out of line. Least of all one he cannot punish.
"I will go to the brig. So long as the other Captain does as well. However, if I'm used as an example, and that man walks. That will be the end of our participation here." Darius said confidently at first, but finished with stern words that left no room for misunderstanding.
"I understand. I will send you a message when the time is ready. You can come to the brig on your own," Commodore Denalia replied.
"Thank you," Darius said as he stood, then placed a fist over his heart. "To our ancestors honor."
The Commodore returned the gesture and the words. With a nod, Darius left, calmly heading back down the halls. He wanted to get a few things squared away before he did some time.