Snubnose

[Unseelie]

"Excuse me?" regulations are always getting in my way....and costing me money.
"I. Want. My. Suite. Jettisoned."
"You realize its an interior suite, don't you, miss?" condescending bastard.
"So move it." this couldn't have been handled over the comms, either, had to do it face to face, a seventeen year old girl demanding ridiculous things from station managers. Could have used comms...could have masked my voice, seemed older at least...instead of looking like a Kusari schoolgirl.
"I am aware of all the limitations involved, Mr. Walton, and I am also fully aware that you have done it in the past."
"Freeport 5 does not jettison living space for just any reason Miss Kietan, and, might I remind you, that as a significant, fixed part of the station's mass, it is zoner property."
"I commissioned that suite, I imported wood for that suite, I had the building it's sitting in designed and built for that suite, and freeports can't have property, because They Aren't Legal Entities."
"No need to yell...Zoner property, then."
"Mr. Walton, my lawyers are the best Cambridge educated firm that money can buy. Don't make this a bloody legal debate over who possesses what. I don't want the rest of your station. I want my suite pressurized and jettisoned."
"Pressurized? Absolutely not girl. I will not condone you jettisoning anything with live inhabitants. We're sitting on the neutron star. The radiation will fry anything." which wasn't true...lined that thing with niobium
"They're is nothing in there...I don't want my things blown around...do you know what vacuum does to wood?"
"Jettison my suite, pressurized, or my lawyers will tear this station apart."

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