Sunbucks Cafe

[Pinko]

Kriss raised his eyebrow. She surely noticed how anxious he was, otherwise she probably wouldn't even have moved to his table, but he didn't object to it either. As she questioned him, he leaned back onto his chair, scratching his chin for a moment before leaning back against the table, resting his chin against his clasped hands. He heavily sighed and seemed to honestly think about what to reply for a minute or so.

"I'll be honest, this job is nothing like what's been advertised. But that doesn't mean I'll give up on it."

He sipped his coffee, only to notice his cup was empty, so he quickly motioned to the waiter that he wanted a second cup, which was served to him nearly instantly. Gazing into the void of space instead of at the Deputy chief, he keeps on his reply.

"Planetside, uh."

He just chuckled at the thought and pushed the question aside, before looking into the eyes of her officer, trying to get a reading of them.

"I was shot down by Outcasts. Shot down by Rogues. Shot down by Xenos. Somehow got lost in the Badlands while chasing some pirates into it, forgetting about the standard procedures. I disobeyed orders only so I could attempt to lure pirates into a trap of mine, but that backfired too. Got yelled at for it, don't worry. It's a miracle I'm still alive today, let alone still be part of the force."

He shook his head slightly as he now stared into his cup of coffee.

"Planetside wasn't my thing. I never could really settle to that kind of thing, my times as a rookie at the Academy proved it to me. And then we started covering the topic of the Space unit, getting told only a few select ones were admitted into it. Then came my first space flight simulation. Immediatly felt in love with it, too. I felt so... free. I told myself 'this is what I wanna do.', and I expected to have some sort of unlimited freedom. I'm realizing I don't, at all. And that my actions have consequences."

He bit his tongue lightly, still shaking his head as if he was disapproving himself.

"And my acts got some of my comrades sent to the hospital. They're stable, but..." It could've been so much worse, he completed in his mind.

Finally, the tensions of the last few days come rushing as a single emotion, almost pushing him to tears, which he attempted to restrain. He breathes heavily, trying to calm down. "Sorry, must be the coffee. I'm pretty senstive to coffeine." he mumbled, trying to justify himself.

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I want to get off Mr. Igiss' wild ride.