"Or just as
bad when you're in the thick of Bischofite," as lauding as Ariel was of her own strengths, and they were strengths compared to the ennui that seemed to grip so many of the rest of officers, there were applicable cautions from Ariel's own actions. The very reasons they'd much met each other, in having to swoop down to save the other woman from her own temper. They could all use that from time to time- it just happened more frequently around the young, world-hating, superior officer.
I wonder if you notice the disconnect in stances between 'thinking isn't my strongest point' and Galena's effects on you 'thinking about someone not yourself'. If you don't think much, whether its about yourself or others is sort of secondary under the rug, isn't it luv? "I personally approached some. A notice around the training areas in other case. Sticking to just one would be inefficient. No one was interested in talking. Rank has its use for general operations, but for what I was trying to form- a rankless, nigh-living entity that was a conglomeration of skilled individuals whose leadership carouseled with each others strengths...? Useless. "
"I wanted a
true 'special operations' unit, malleable as chaos herself. There's enough drones and worker bees." Stroud's already high-pointed brow raised, tugging a mouth-corner with it as Ariel commanded her center of balance via belt-buckle. "Command....does have other uses."
A long leg was lifted to the ample, darker hip with knee and ankle hooked to 'trap' the woman, " Your skills are being arrogated by directive under Officer aegis 10152."
Yes, I did just make that up. Yes, we will be making up plenty of games as we go along. First round right here in the lounge. 
