Butch followed Jaxx without a word, hearing her boss give out orders and raised an eyebrow when she asked for one of the Forge soldiers to be sent to her quarters, a big bulky man with a scarred face. Butch scoffed lightly to herself. It was the guy who thought a mission like the one they were embarking on was beneath him, who felt that taking down pirates were a more satisfying job. And yes to some degree Butch agreed with that sentiment. She had taken down a few pirate gangs and there was indeed some satisfaction in it. Mission's like Cynosure were different but whatever the reason for the mining station's silence it was sure to be anything but<i>bullshit</i>, as the bulky soldier called Tug Boat had called it.<br/><br/>She stopped and looked at her boss when she was told to not bother unpacking and simply leave her bag in her quarters and then report to her office. Butch just stood there for a while watching Jaxx go into her quarters, her eyes fixed on that lovely ass, but then she opened the door to her room and dropped the bag on the floor just inside, closed the door and followed Jaxx who so completely ignored her that she was starting to wonder what was going on.<br/><br/>She remained at the door in an at ease stance until the Tug Boat entered with the same grace as an elephant on rollerskates. Only then did Jaxx turn to address her and Butch raised first one eyebrow and then the other as she began speaking of some ancient entertainer with whom she apparently shared a name. She then lowered her eyebrows again and narrowed her eyes as one of the worst things she knew was being called Esther. No one ever called her that, at least no one that wasn't prepared to take a couple of punches for the pleasure of doing so.<br/>"It's Butch Ma'am," she said but realised that Jaxx wasn't stopping to let her speak and the more the older woman spoke the worse it got.<br/>Sure Butch was aware that she was still young by any standards for the position she had obtained within the organisation but she was more experienced than most of the Forge contingency.<br/>"19, Ma'am," she corrected Jaxx obviously clueless guesses as to her age, doing her best not to let her voice betray the irritation she was starting to feel inside at the way Jaxx was speaking to her and when she mentioned that she found Butch to be a bit<i>dickless</i>for her to feel secure that was it for Butch.<br/><br/>She was angry now. Not only was she being dismissed for not being male, well at least not physically, and too young but mostly because the bitch kept calling her Esther as if she was intentionally rubbing her the wrong way. Butch was furious by the time Jaxx was checking out Tug Boat's physique, making no subtle attempt to hide her looks to his crotch.<br/>"Relieved?" Butch said and her upper lip twisted into a slightly deranged grin.<br/>"I don't think so granny," she added.<br/>"Last I checked I'm not Forge and you are not my commanding officer."<br/>She then looked up at Tug Boat who despite her own height was taller than she was.<br/>"Now THIS, is BULLSHIT," she said.<br/>"You think this testosterous moneky can protect you just because he's got a fucking dick between his legs?"<br/>She turned her attention back at Jaxx.<br/>"You do realise that this is nothing but a jock strap right?" she said and grabbed Tug Boat's crotch and squeezed it.<br/>"I bet you my pinky is bigger than his cock is but feel free to enjoy."<br/><br/>She then walked across the corridor opened the door and grabbed her bag.<br/>"Ever heard of karma bitch. You get what you give." She then punched the wall before walking off with a huff and a puff.<br/>"Too young and dickless," she muttered to herself.<br/>"I'll fucking show that bitch."