"Mercs."<br/>"Alliance-born Mercs." Garrick honestly didn't know what was worse.<br/><br/>Mercenaries had often been the heralds of an Empire's fall. Soldiers who had more interest in killing and cash than the good of the state in mind. The Germanic warriors of ancient Rome. The Hessien lines of Great Britain and  the private contractors of the Old United States.<br/>All of them proceeded the death of that nation's power.<br/>This young woman that stood before them seemed every bit what he had imaged. Firey, arrogant, spiteful. Garrick wanted so badly to hate her. To grab her by the scarf of the neck and take her and every other mercenary scumbag working for the Empire and flush them out of the airlock.<br/>Loyalty, Honour and Duty. That is what mattered, not what you got paid. No, it wasn't right, not at all. They shouldn't even been allowed to step foot on this vessel, even though their numbers were few they still were scum. Garrick hated them, blackguards and assassins the lot of them.<br/><br/>Yet... for some reason, try as he may he couldn't hate this woman. There was just something about her, something in her eyes that Garrick could see beneath the surface. Underneath the bravado and contempt. Something, vulnerable...childlike even. He couldn't place it whatever it was. It might have been a figment of his imagination, but there was definitely something extraordinary about her.<br/><br/>Garrick dropped his had from the Raptor with a tut of disappointment.<br/>Garrick could see Todd was about in interject something, his face was beet red and boiling over.<br/>He caught the pilot by his shoulder blade and gave him a "just leave it alone" glare.<br/><br/>"Sorry, miss." he said, his words bearing no little venom.<br/>"We were just leaving." Garrick said as he turned his back on the petite pilot, almost dragging Todd along with him as they walked down the hangar deck plating back towards the lifts.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>