"Don't EVER condemn to death unnecessary innocents! I can't believe that you would dare such words! We are Zeon and we stand for a higher purpose! Not for wanton murder!" Romav stood there, his fists clenched and his face red, his eyes burning with anger as he roared at Tyrius, though he didn't pull rank, or hadn't done so yet.<br/><br/>"I want freedom!" Tyrius barked back, anger burning in his voice. "They want all of us dead, they've killed all of my friends, so you're god damn right I want them all dead Lieutenant." He sneered as he spoke Romav's rank, it was almost insulting to him. Tyrius' beliefs burned strongly in him, misguided as he might be, but he restrained himself from striking back at Romav, rather he clenched his jaw for a moment, the red mark from the strike stinging as he tensed his muscles for a moment. "My apologies Lieutenant Romav." He did not wait to be dismissed before giving a very slight bow and walking away back towards the Gelgoog R.<br/><br/>His rage did not subside, rather he felt the fires of A Baoa Qu burn in his soul again, rubbing his cheek as he walked he looked up at the blue Gelgoog variant and flashed a malevolent grin "We'll show them all."<br/>--------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Jaryk nodded his head to the young Ensign who was reporting to him, Maten, he was just barely out of his teens aged about 20. "The Lieutenant got into it with the Ensign, Sir. I don't know what caused it, but the Lieutenant struck him, but Ensign Garrou was certainly baiting him, or at the very least, in my opinion, he deserved to be struck sir." Jaryk paused, a stern glare crossing between them, "And you are capable of judging that? What exactly did Ensign Garrou do or say?" Maten paused, hesitating, but continued anyways, "He said he hoped to kill off all of the Earthnoids, like he fully believes that would be the only way to achieve Zeon independence."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">That would be one way to go about it...But that can't be our goal. We want freedom, not a holocaust.</span>"Get me Lieutenant Romav!" Jaryk ordered briskly as he punched the in desk comm in his captain's post.<br/>***************<br/><br/>Romav: Report to the Captain to discuss your latest run in with Garrou.<br/><br/>Garrou: Carries on with his doings, but unbeknownst to him, his fate is being decided.