Gles
Well-Known Member
Cauldron Lake
"My orders," Myga tapped the rank pin fastened on her uniform, an intense stare fixed at the guard. "You must've fallen out the vat that birthed you yesterday, so I'll pretend you're not questioning them." Her gaze shot to the gunner, nostrils flaring with growing annoyance, "And I won't file a report for off-color remarks that could distress the people delivering our damn food. Keep it up, and I'll make sure you taste test every slab of meat we serve for a month."
Cynea and Sahty's excuses were more plausible, and definitely more tactful, but Myga was the sort of woman who loathed having to explain her decisions to strangers, and enjoyed flexing her power over those lower on the totem pole. "Don't justify nothing, girls. Newbloods like that'll think we need to explain everything to 'em if you do," Hihja quipped with a bemused expression at the dichotomy between her squad leader and squad mates, before raising an eyebrow at the man with the thick drawl. "Someone's eager..." She licked her lips, then gave him a wink. "Promise we won't eat you if you're on your best behavior, alright?"
When the rancher in the distinctive outfit voiced a contrary desire, Myga merely shrugged. "We freshened it up for you, princess-" For a moment, the hardass demeanor gave way to wide-eyed surprise. She hadn't meant to let that slip. "And...I don't need to explain myself. Either you and the cattle come in, or you don't get paid." Myga said, shrugging again. "We're not gonna eat you, worst that'll happen is we get a discount for lame beef. So stop complaining."
If Aiko paid attention, she might have noticed a slight smile to go along with Myga's smug self-satisfaction at giving her an order.
"My orders," Myga tapped the rank pin fastened on her uniform, an intense stare fixed at the guard. "You must've fallen out the vat that birthed you yesterday, so I'll pretend you're not questioning them." Her gaze shot to the gunner, nostrils flaring with growing annoyance, "And I won't file a report for off-color remarks that could distress the people delivering our damn food. Keep it up, and I'll make sure you taste test every slab of meat we serve for a month."
Cynea and Sahty's excuses were more plausible, and definitely more tactful, but Myga was the sort of woman who loathed having to explain her decisions to strangers, and enjoyed flexing her power over those lower on the totem pole. "Don't justify nothing, girls. Newbloods like that'll think we need to explain everything to 'em if you do," Hihja quipped with a bemused expression at the dichotomy between her squad leader and squad mates, before raising an eyebrow at the man with the thick drawl. "Someone's eager..." She licked her lips, then gave him a wink. "Promise we won't eat you if you're on your best behavior, alright?"
When the rancher in the distinctive outfit voiced a contrary desire, Myga merely shrugged. "We freshened it up for you, princess-" For a moment, the hardass demeanor gave way to wide-eyed surprise. She hadn't meant to let that slip. "And...I don't need to explain myself. Either you and the cattle come in, or you don't get paid." Myga said, shrugging again. "We're not gonna eat you, worst that'll happen is we get a discount for lame beef. So stop complaining."
If Aiko paid attention, she might have noticed a slight smile to go along with Myga's smug self-satisfaction at giving her an order.