~~Petty Officer 3/C Horace "Brawler" Harkness~~
"Strategy is about changing unfavorable circumstances into a favorable situation." 
Harkness let out a long sigh.
"The fact that you called her a minx doesn't help your story. If you say she's attractive, that's fine. It's the truth to some of us. Hell, I wouldn't mind having a woman like that on my arm."He gave Aralinna a sly wink, to let her know he thought she was attractive as well.
"But the few of us men, and the one woman, that think that way, also know it'd be suicide. her father could take me apart without trying. And, she's taken."He set the bottle down, kracking his knuckles afterward.
"Well, the first thing to know, is that the enlisted man is always right. Not all of em, but any that have the words "Petty Officer" in their rank. If it ain;t got jack s**t ta do with commandin this ship, listen to them. If you go down into Engineering and ask me why the engines are off, and i give you some answer that sounds like bullshit, roll with it. That's our jobs. Sure, I ain;t gonna tell you how the weapons work. But I know Engines."He tapped the rank on his sleeve.
"And always know when ta admit you don;t know jack s**t. it's hard, but it's the first step ta bein a good officer. Hell, I'll tell ya wen I don;t know jack s**t. Which brings up another point: Don't rip someone's head off if they can't tell you what ya want to know. Everyone here is Human. Or Se-combeian. But we ain;t perfect."
