[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
I got into it to help people... and because my dad was also one of their top officers.
[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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[ the expression translates well enough, or at least dutch assumes that it does. of course, she can't be sure that she's interpreting that glint in his eyes correctly, but she doesn't think she's wrong. ]
C-Sec? [ she asks, deliberately ignoring his suggestion to contact the orbiters about it. there's wine and whiskey on this planet. beer, too. that's good enough, even if she misses hokk. (what she misses is the royale, pree behind the counter, johnny and d'avin half a step behind her on either side and alvis somewhere in a corner, plotting a revolution. she misses those days. ]
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[ sometimes, it was easy to forget that he was the only person from his universe that seemed to be awake. not always, but sometimes. it wasn't exactly the best feeling in the world, but hey. what can you do? ]
Citadel Security. Basically, we were the police force for the whole Citadel- our capital, essentially. [ a pause. ] Unfortunately, I was never really the best fit there.
[ not because he took bribes or anything, far from it. no, he just never really saw the merit in paperwork or procedure or any of those other fun things. ]
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[ it sounds a little like a cross between company man and killjoy - but dutch's figured out that the politics and law enforcement structures of her part of the universe don't really seem to translate to many other places.
whatever earth is like, it definitely doesn't have killjoys, for example. ]
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[ even though they didn't always see eye-to-eye, his father had always supported him. it just took him years to really recognize that for himself. the problems with being a twenty-something hold true across almost every species. ]
But it turned out, I wasn't exactly all that big on protocol or paperwork. I tried, but it just wasn't for me.
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[ dutch says it with some authority, like she knows what she's talking about. which, incidentally, she does: rac agents have to file reports, too, and she's always hated that shit. ]
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[ despite what his dad says, paperwork can really just... to use a human term, "go to hell". ]
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[ one thing dutch definitely does not lack is confidence, though the words aren't without humour, a quick grin lighting up her face. ]
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[ he, of course, means seeing how well she fights. ]
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[ fancy a spar? ]
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I'd be happy to.
[ after all, he was the top hand-to-hand fighter in his training unit. ]
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[ he looks like he could be a challenge and dutch likes those. ]