Re: Shackleton: The Bridge
Dizzy grimaced slightly and pressed a thumb to her temple when she heard Arik's voice on the comms. Given her background, she was hardly surprised. Young warriors were ever in a rush to prove themselves, and with his wounds Arik had more incentive than most to prove that he was fit and ready for combat. It was admirable, in a way, certainly better than laying about in his bunk and mewling over his injuries. The Gorumskagat, however, taught that a warriors body was as much a tool of warfare as his arms and armor, and that it should be maintained with the same patience and reverence. If he didn't take the time to heal, he might not survive long enough to become an old warrior.
"Warrior Aesgar, I see you're up and about." she responded, "I want you to link up with another security element, travel in pairs. You're on light duty until the doctor clears you, understood?" she said, trying to strike a balance. It still felt strange to be giving orders to an Aesgar, her world had sworn fealty to the Indari through that house. When she'd gone offworld, Dizzy had sworn personal oaths to reinforce that fealty, the house's interests coming second only to her God's. That said, there was a line between being sworn to serve and allowing family members to run roughshod over her. She'd find him his glory, she'd see him home alive, but he'd respect her authority in the field or she'd correct him the same as any other uppity stripling.
Sighing softly, she watched the way Farhenra pace the decks. They were all on edge, far from home, low on supplies, having weathered hostile forces planetside and amongst their own. A bead of sweat on the brow though, a slight, visible tremor in his hand as he lifted it from the comms console. It looked like the stress of his assumed responsibilities were getting to their Acting Captain worse than he'd like to admit. The last time she'd ignored a Captain's anxiety, they'd been mortally wounded and revealed as a conspirator undermining their supposedly peaceful mission of exploration. Unfolding her arms, she took the steps down from the observation post, shadowing Fahrenra's pacing steps until he turned around. She stood solidly in his path at that point.
"Captain, might I have a word in private?" she asked, nodding her head towards one of the doors leading away from the bridge.
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