Fenrisúlfr & Krsnik

[Keller]

Her personal fighter, of course that was what she wanted to work on. Given the distinct lack of reports of any "Hessian Sabres of odd design", he'd assumed she'd either decommissioned her ship or simply lost it through some spree of misfortune. "Your fighter, I was expecting a challenge to prove my progress. But I won't complain in the face of a fairly.. routine request. I certainly possess the authority to have a replacement issued to you and then accordingly modified for your own needs or.. 'style'." .

Whenever she walked around him, he'd fluidly rotate while staying in place, pivoting on a heel to keep a permanent eye on the other half of this conversation, he had a constant guard over his space, his mind seemingly as rigid as his every action and current tone. "I assume you have modifications already in mind as well as a preference of who you want to work on it. Put in words what you need and I can get it done."

He felt confidence surge through his veins again, this was something very simple for a person in his position to do, all he had to do was order the right people and apply his influence where necessary. Perhaps he needed a helper, a fellow Commissar loyal to him and completely obedient to his word. If he was going to have the independence he had in mind, now was the time to begin building his own power base wherever possible. His days as a follower were about as dead as his concepts of morality.

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"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."