"Reporting Back"

[Reeves]

He'd been waiting for that. "Technically I did die on that table. Just for a few seconds while they struggled to cauterize internal bleeding." But here was where his mood darkened a little, making way for some poorly healed spite.

"It was Ridgenose, well formerly Ridgenose anyway. He's just Locke now - traitors lose their given names. Especially considering I hand out the names." He almost spat the words out. Obviously holding some form of deep seated grudge against the head of the mutiny attempt that nearly took his life. Damien rose to his feet just then as well, with an unexpected briskness. "Worse yet, he took one of my most trusted wingmen with him, and a few other greenhorns that'll likely never claim their birthright." He paced back and forth along the length of the window that flanked his desk.

"And for what? Some freelancer? A technocrat crony who was all but consigned to genocidal aliens that would have wiped out the LFR and everything else? After everything we'd done together, and after everything I did for them - you'd think some trust was deserved for the vision and the mission. But no, far too much to ask for people motivated by whims, fancies, and emotions rather than the cause." His right hand moved swiftly to evoke a gesture of throwing a garbage bag into a bin, although there were neither in this situation and it served to just vent frustration.

With this small rant complete, he looked to Hester - she likely had something to say and this was her opportunity.