<span style="text-decoration: underline">"You're already nervous huh kid?"</span><br/><br/>A familiar voice chided. The ensign seemed to be haunting Romav and it reminded him that he had intended to talk with the Captain about Garrou and to try to learn more about the kid. Viktor internally chastised himself over it and made a mental note to do that. It did seem that Tyrius preferred to listen to the sound of his own voice more than anything else and there wasn't going to be an opportunity to speak short of pulling rank and so the brief monologue continued.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">"Lieutenant, I wasn't intending disrespect earlier, only voicing my concerns about our actions. We let those bastards at Axis get off easy. Zarn and her goon squad might as well carry the Titans insignia on their sleeves."</span><br/><br/>The concern within Viktor continued to grow as the perverted pilot rambled on about the joy of murder. He wasn't behind the seat of a mobile suit now, he wasn't in the heat of battle where he could say it was the moment that got the best of him. He was expressing this as casually as someone discussing their plans for leave and that churned unpleasantly at the Lieutenant's stomach and it had clearly affected Ensign Maten who shifted back and forth while seemingly looking for any excuse to remove himself from the situation.<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: underline">"The Earthnoids I mean, I hope we can kill them all."</span><br/><br/>That struck a chord within the Lieutenant who immediately thought of his wife and child sitting on some dusty porch on Earth only to be consumed in flames. No sooner than the smug pilot finished his remark that a hand whipped up with surprising speed. The Lieutenant had wanted to, had yearned to strike the Ensign earlier but didn't at the time. Now the desire was even greater and the damned kid was standing there demoralizing an Ensign who had already pledged to die in the name of Zeon. The knuckles raked across Garrou's face as Romav brought the backhand up and over catching him just below the cheek bone with a resounding smack. Romav was red at this point, his eyes were narrowed low and his left hand was clenched into a fist. If this were any other situation and he knew the pilot more he would have continued with a punch but he barely knew this pilot.<br/><br/>"Don't<span style="font-weight: bold">EVER</span>condemn to death unnecessary innocents! I can't believe that you would<span style="font-weight: bold">dare</span>such words! We are<span style="font-weight: bold">Zeon</span>and we stand for a higher purpose! Not for wanton murder!"<br/><br/>The younger Ensign was still very shaken but the brief flurry of propaganda flowing from Romav brought him a moments reprieve. There was absolutely no point in gloating about murder. Operation Stardust dropped the colony in the Mid-West of North America where the United States used to be and overall an underpopulated area. To willingly damn all of Earth's untold souls to death over a group such as the Titans. . .