Nova being the curious operative she is, slowly made her way to the bay as one of her operatives returned to her side with a fresh cup of coffee. She stood by the door, overlooking the security team, her operative, and Murray staring down the unresponsive shuttle. She spoke quietly to her operative to avoid alerting Murray to her presence. "Tell Phoenix she's to fix the issue immediately, I'll inspect the new detonator when it's ready, this I have to see." The operative silently nodded and quietly departed, as to not blow Nova's 'cover'.
Murray pointed to one of the security team members, shifting her finger to the freighter. "You there. Pop open this god damn hatch or I'll cut the bloody hand off and open it myself."
Murray, as evident as it was in her tone, was not pleased at all, and was very slowly losing her temper. However, either by the desire to gut Taylor personally or to actually see him brought to his knees for his acts, she held herself back, her fist clenching around the scabbard of her rapier.
The Marine attempted to open the door while Nova slipped a little closer behind Murray under the cover of the noise of the Marine trying to open the hatch. After some trying, he gives up, staring at Murray. Suddenly from behind her, Nova speaks up. "Use a breaching charge you donut!" While the Marine went to get a breaching charge, Nova stood back from Murray on the off chance she started her superior.
He heard something at the door. He found himself in the seat of his ship, obviously slept in after some sleepless days, exactly since "Arvestian" got hurt. Leaning to one of his windows he saw all those men with their guns pointed at the door. One was preparing a charge. *external speakers* Hey! What do you want from me? I slept in here! We can make this peaceful or we can use violence. So, stay away from my ship and let this end peaceful. He saw three ways to end this. The ship's core was still online. "Driva" turned on his shields and weaponsystems, but they needed to charge, that's why nobody recognized it for now. Now he was secured, but he didn't chose one of the ways.
1. "Gearing" and "Nova" would understand that he fell asleep and let him explain himself peacefully,
2. "Gearing" and "Nova" wouldn't understand that and he had to shoot his way out, or
3. He call for Sader to calm those two insanes down, because they are clearly exaggerating everything.
He was trapped in his ship, and he knew that.
"I'm pretty sure I'm not only your god damned CO, but also the director of the division you swore an oath to, Taylor. Now you can either come out of there and we can possibly work this out like real, civilized members of the human race, or I can come in there, gut you open like a fish and drag you out by your GOD DAMNED intestines.."
She shakenly clipped her rapier to her belt, her fist clenched and ready. She was not happy. Not one bit, and the fact that she was throwing threats around like treats at a baseball game was clear evidence of that. Driva had very limited options, and it was evident by her tone that he was not going to like any of them. "Your choice, enfoiré..."
"By how you're shaking, and from the looks, barely standing, you're in no condition to gut him, and I don't particularly want to have his insides all over this bay. Why don't you let me straighten him out?" Nova eyed her superior, not keen on watching an operative get gutted, rather wanting to beat the man herself, nit tempered herself, for now.
After these nice words he charged his engines to fly but he opened the door and stood there, knowing that he was safe. He holds his datapad in his hands. Get your men, all of them away and we can talk. I don't want to be stunned because you want to revenge something you don't have to revenge. They chose kind of way number 1. Taylor was good with this decicion. He looked at them, clearly in anger.
Murray reluctantly waved her hand towards the security detachment, ordering them away. "Fine.. Back off, guys.. He's being smart.."
She took a few steps towards him, stopping about three yards away, her hilt firmly gripped in the hand that wouldn't make sense to unsheathe it. She was still fuming, but had the thought in her mind that he might've been traumatized by his friend being injured. "Revenge..? For what, Taylor? I'm livid because you elected to not only ignore my order, but also straight up tell me to piss off."
She reached up to her lapel, tugging at the R&D insignia on the left side. "Do you see this, LC? This is the sign of me being of higher authority than you. You don't get to tell me 'to get another operative to do it'. When I say 'go', you bloody go. When I say 'jump', you're supposed to ask 'How high?'. That's how this all works. If you don't want to follow orders like the reserved little kid you are, then I'll be more than happy to sign your resignation papers."
He smiled. Ahh, that one... Yeah, you know... He ran into the ship, noises of falling metal and stuff that got trown through a room could be heared. He came back with a piece of paper, holding it that she can see it. This is the paper makes me a student of weapontechnology and not a hangarworker. These men can handle two drones, there don't have the time of a R&D member wasted, but since you decided that I'm not good enough for the bombs because someone messed up with the core, that caused said impulse, that hurt my assistant for whom you didn't even asked or looked for if he is gonna make it. So I decided to let Nova's men suffer the same accident but with a warning because I looked at the plans of those cores with my prof. I know the damage and I can fix it right now, but I'm out. Go and look what you can do.
He turned around, stepped deeper into his ship, turned and went to the door again, looking at "Gearing". I thought about it. Yes, I go and make the hangar of the Omaha ready. Tell me where it is and I will straight go there, making this frickin' hangar ready. Standing in the door of his ship and typing something in his datapad he waited for an answer.
"I'm not questioning your skill in your field of expertise, LC. I'm questioning your ability to do your job without giving backsass. You ignored Nova's first directive, even though she's in charge of this whole thing as a trial run. Then you blatantly lose your own temper after failing to ensure that both craft were of serviceable quality.. and then you ignore my direct order to change roles and ensure that the installed vessels reach their intended destinations... and now you're telling me that you've 'thought about it' like you have any real choice in the matter."
Murray, in a small fit of rage, drew her rapier and pointed it at him. From this distance, it was harmless, but the fact that she'd draw it against him was clear of how pissed she was. "Now... you're either going to get back to work and forget about this whole charade, or I can keep true to my word and turn you into a shishkebab right here.. right now.. I have no problems dealing with insubordinate officers, Taylor. The last man who made me this furious didn't make it off the Fairbanks. I'm sure you don't even want to see how far I'll go with someone like you.."
One of the men lowered their weapon, eyeing Murray. "M-ma'am.. maybe you should try calming down...?"
The brave soul took a gulp, unsure if what he said was smart.
