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General Xenotime

The thoughtful little expression on Xenotime's face, expectant and eager before, had dipped down into the realms of disapproval by this point. Whether Hessonite was grateful for the combined input of the generals that had all spoken up was really unclear, as she had swept it all aside almost dismissively. What was clear, however, was how unhappy she was with the content itself, and this was rather baffling to the violet haired fighter. Hadn't the other general-sovereign chastised them for not thinking ahead when recruiting new soldiers into the Negaverse? Now this one seemed displeased that a lot of them had.

Was there no way to please them? Was this an unpleasant window into what the future would hold for them all? Xenotime hoped not.

Lips set in a thin line, silver eyes turned to the lieutenants across the room, since that was where Hessonite's focus had shifted. Natrolite's gaze was caught and held for a moment, but at this point, she didn't believe he'd do or say anything terribly unfortunate, so as three other lieutenants were selected and called forward,Xe's attention slid to them.

Whatever the general-queen had in store, the general got the inkling that it wouldn't be terribly pleasant. It had pale fingers curling more tightly into her arms, posture going just a touch rigid. Anxious, because this all felt wrong.

General Leucite

Leucite allowed himself another moment of silence as Hessonite turned her attention back to the Lieutenants. Stibnite was correct in the fact that he was holding back and biting his tongue, but he knew well enough that Stibnite could handle anything the General Queen threw at her.

However, he still did not like this. Hessonite had already made it clear that she wasn't allowing Lieutenants and that she did not hold them in high regard. This had the smell of a demonstration to everyone of the power she held over them. If there was anything Leucite knew, an authority figure trying to prove their authority was one of them.

In this case, he had a feeling it would backfire, at least, on the upper echelon of the Special Operations officers. Some of the more weak willed Captains and all but the most brave of the Lieutenants would be sure to fall in line, but the Generals, the ones she had to work with....

Already his eyes were moving to those Generals, reading their expressions and body language, hoping that he was not the only one that found this display trite at best, and a waste of time and manpower at worst. Hessonite was not going to make friends. While Leucite did not generally question the Living Saint's judgement, Metallia was not infallible. It was possible she had simply chosen a poor fit. More likely however, she was testing their strength and patience and tenacity of will.

And if that was the case? Well, Leucite and any he brought into the fold would not be found wanting.

The longer the meeting went on, the less sure of Hessonite's leadership the dark-haired captain was regardless of how open she tried to be towards the rose bearing officer. She could see well the effect of the General Queen's words on Schörl, Cinnabar, and Xenotime - a trio that Moonstone knew to be a good metric against which to judge capabilities, the flame-eyed General especially.

This is not good...she's making a poor impression with pet names. Is this what our own were passed over for? If she were simply a General, it would be less disconcerting, maybe. Why her and not Schörl? What makes Hessonite a better head of SpecOps than one of our own? Metallia had to have some reason to bring Hessonite in, to bring the new trio in...something other than their failure to eradicate the heavy white moon presence in Destiny City.

Three lieutenants were cajoled forward, setting Moonstone's mouth into an even more severe line of disapproval - whatever was going to happen, it was likely not going to be good for the trio of guinea pigs.

Moonstone's brow furrowed, body turning further towards Titan. She wondered what he thought of the young woman before them, of her words and actions, this loyal and stalwart servant of the Negaverse. "The corrupt may be asking the right question." Words low, meant for Titan's ears though she made no task of keeping it from being heard by those closest.

General Leucite

The whispering was... hardly whispering and Leucite had already been observing his fellow generals and now that observation shifted from them to their entourages. More specifically, to Xenotime and her merry band of misfits. His jaw set again, and being mindful not to interrupt the General Queen, sidled his way over to Xenotime and the corrupt.

Dropping his voice so that the two of them could hear him without broadcasting his intent to the whole room, he cleared his throat. "General Xenotime, I'm not sure how you view... discipline among your underlings, but perhaps you might want to tighten the muzzle on this one, hm?" He motioned his head to Typhon with a look that showed no amusement. "He's... how to put this politely... a bit mouthy and it does you a disservice."

With that, he turned his attention back to Hessonite, but kept an eye and ear on Xenotime and the corrupt Super... just in case.

General Xenotime

The general's head turned as Typhoon's voice floated up to her, and she made a small, curious noise before flicking a glance in his direction, then back across to the general-queen and the trio of lieutenants she'd called forward. Again, glad Natrolite wasn't among them. Lips pursed, she was about the answer the corrupt, but the words lingered on her tongue as Leucite made his way over to them, leaning in and dropping his voice.

What he had to say at the woman smiling, her head tilting just a touch as she looked up at him, even as he turned the majority of his attention forward again.

"Does it?" She sounded a little amused, at least if you didn't know her well. There was a very soft, very low purr to her words that betrayed her mood to anyone that had spent any considerable amount of time with her.

Without looking back, the general reached to tangle slender fingers into a length of the corrupt's dark hair, using that to draw him closer to her back, more gently than he would probably be expecting. But she wasn't upset with him. His question, as far as she had been concerned, wasn't invalid, now the comment that had followed. He wasn't the only one with similar thoughts popping into their own heads.

When he was drawn up close enough for the line of his body to bump against her back, she tipped her head to look up at him. "Be a dear, let the other general know how well disciplined you are." Her hand remained in his hair, not pulling, not hurting, not yet.

It wasn't that she didn't keep her agents on tight leashes. It was that she valued certain other qualities over other, more window dressing ones.

Captain Titanlåvenite

He didn't know these lieutenants yet. There was no telling if some of them were weeks, days, hours only into training and brought to the meeting. If the woman was missing the basic policies as some of the Generals were offering, the likelihood that the Sovereign knew what stage of basic any of these were in wasn't very reassuring. To the giant captain, there was a definite benefit and help to an order in which to show new recruits their new skills. Starseeding practice wasn't in that first week or two of needing immediately perfected. Nether was lethal combat compared to sparring. They might be high school kids. They might never have thrown a punch in their entire half life.

What is she going to do with them?

Moonstone was at his side. Her bearing, and that of some others, physically voiced in at least one case, was contagious. Social animals didn't necessarily need words to give off vibes. He shifted his own weight from one foot to the other. I do not like this. Don't order violence here and now. Not at your own first talking to us. Do not be that kind of a lord.

He spoke softly back down to her in some agreement to the general uncertainty and unease. "May blood not spill so soon at what is this lord's table..."

He kept his grey eyes on the display though. "I fear it make the wood rot. Or show the color of the banner not sparing. After so much lost. "

This drags overlong. What more was there to say but her policies? what is this? What is this at all?

Those eyes. Violane couldn't help but feel apprehensive as the General Queen raked those eyes over them. The tone of her voice wasn't matching what her eyes were dictating, but it wasn't like Violane could..would back down. She made it a point to stand her ground against things when there was no other way out and right now, there was absolutely no other way out. Not here, anyway.

A starseed? This was something she was interested in. Cinnabar had mentioned them but Violane was too new to have experienced seeing a starseed herself. Curious though how Hessonite only seemed to be speaking to Huntite directly now. White brows furrowed.

She listened to what was being said and, in a way, agreed. Sometimes the cause over took anything else. Including friendship. Then again, Violane had never really had any true friends so this little speech was a bit easier to swallow for the Lieutenant. In fact, she was mid nodding her head in agreement when she felt the sharp stab of pain in her chest and everything went black as she slumped to the ground.