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 Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 6:36 am
As he unfolded the sheets the reason he took them became more apparent. They matched him. They were black and decorated with dark gray trim and a thin red line along the top. Actually, pretty much everything in the bag was either black, gray, red some combination of the three or made of metal.
"Because I've already worked for it. And I'm meant for great things.." Star grunted, stuffing his pillow into a case, "I've had the education.. and I already climbed the ranks at the original Team Galactic. I was the head of the entire weapons robotics division." So much haughtiness was injected in this claim that he had to pause making his bed to straighten up and put a hand on his chest.
Once the moment had passed he resumed tucking his sheets in, "I ran an entire department... we had our own division emblem..." He pointed at the logo decorating the arm of his coat hanging near the door, "...everything. I deserve to have that back. Or something close to it. Or something better..." He sighed and stared at his sheets, looking tired, "....I should have had that at the new Galactic... but she just... always held me back." After another moment of staring he tensed and tucked in the final corner of the sheets, "I think she was afraid of me."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:25 am
She watched and vaguely wondered where those sheets might have come from. She supposed, though, if he really had had a position of power like he claimed, then perhaps he had specifically requested them made. Like his coat seemed to have been.
She doubted it, but perhaps he had even made the things himself- it seemed unlikely, but perhaps.
Tambrey let him continue on, at one point about to interject with 'but that was a different team', however the words never made it out before she found herself taking note of where the rant seemed to be descending to.
'She'...
Well, she had a good idea of who that was.
"..Tethys?" However, she didn't really imagine /her/ to be afraid of this spindly man.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:32 am
Star smoothed the sheets and stood, looking down at them quietly several moments, then looked back at Tambrey, "Who else?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:00 am
"... I guess that's a good point." Tambrey aknowledged that 'who else?'; Tethys was the most prominent 'she' that people were likely to talk of from Team Galactic... And the woman featured, somewhere, at some level, on just about every nightmare she'd had ever since the cell, only an increase on an already frequent occurrence since The Machine.
"She didn't... strike me as easily frightened." That, she couldn't help but point out, quietly.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:13 am
"...she may not have been frightened of me as her subordinate, stripped of control, but she feared what I could have been if she allowed me any power..." He stooped to put things back in his bag, then sat on the edge of his bed and looked across the room at Tambrey, "She wasn't always the Commander. In the old Galactic she was no one. I was her superior. Back then.. when things were the way they were supposed to be.. she looked up at me with fear..." Star had the expression of someone thinking back on a very fond memory. It was slightly disturbing.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:31 am
"Old Galactic." Tambrey repeated. She'd been watching him- or at least the slightly blurrier version of him since she'd taken off her glasses.
This was where he kept... coming back to.
Besides, she'd rather tackle something she'd noticed than keep thinking about the blue-haired torturer.
"You've justified it all with those two words... The first being 'old'. You may have /had/ those things and may have tried to get them back in 'Galactic' but the way things are here, in 'Rocket', are the way they are. You can't... jet y'r way to the top or use the things you did in the past, in a /rival/ team..." She knew already it was probably a useless argument.
"You aren't, from anyone else's point of view, 'trying to catch up'..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:45 am
Star shot a glare at Tambrey. "You're only saying that because you've never earned a position of power and had it stolen from you. You're an actual Grunt. How could you possibly expect to understand?" Looking annoyed, he climbed into bed. Once properly situated under the fresh sheets, he picked up one of the pokeballs he'd placed on the bedside table and clicked the button.
Sky appeared in a flash of red light that momentarily illuminated the room and fluttered to he headboard of his bed. Despite himself, Star had gotten so used to Sky breaking out of his pokeball each night to sleep above his bed that he'd settled into letting the little bird out on purpose. He was used to waking up with him there in the morning.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:18 am
Alright then. He kind of had a point there.
She hadn't actively sought power either though. There was a little moment of silence from her while she contemplated that.
"No. No I haven't." She was still young, though she knew of younger people outranking her, and seemed somewhat content with her pace and her rank, grunt or not. She almost knew his next point would be to accuse her of a lack of ambition or something similar, but Tambrey didn't consider that to be quite true.
"I don't seek to be in charge. I've been here a year. I'm a grunt and I'll be a grunt until someone thinks I'm ready to move up, if that ever comes at all. I work my best within my bounds and hope my actions give me some favour. I don't broadcast to all an' sundry that I should be this or that..." And provided she kept living through the missions she found herself on, she'd feel good about her next rank and not be forever scrabbling to try and force her way up.
She watched the light, took note of the little bird arriving.
Another positive to count.
Palu's ball sat nearby, but she didn't let her out. To let her out with the new feathered inhabitant of the room there... No, Tambrey did actually want to sleep.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:41 am
"Star.." Sky puffed his feathers and nestled onto his perch.
Star eyed the bird a moment, then looked at Tambrey. "Well.. that's what separates us." It was clear he looked down on Tambrey's lack of motivation (as he saw it) but any lecture or monologue he might normally launch into was lost to exhaustion. With a sigh, he rolled over, putting his back to the other grunt as he rested his head on his pillow.
Another positive Tambrey would discover for her list that night was that Star didn't snore. Apparently he was only loud when awake.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:45 am
Hm. She doubted she'd ever get tired of the fact that that little bird repeated his trainer's name.
"Hm. One thing anyway." She agreed, laying her head properly on her own pillow and drawing her covers up.
At least her alarm was already set- just had to make sure she wouldn't sleep through it...
It seemed, too, that Star wasn't going to be totally intolerable, only mostly.
"Good night, Star." She, at least, used the name he used for himself.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 11:56 am
"Mnn.." Star answered. It was an answer, at least. though it mostly sounded like a grunt.
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