Darion couldn’t stop the sigh that came out when he heard Neymi’s voice over the drone’s speaker.<span style="color: Green">“Wow, you just proved me right.  No imagination.   We should never let you chose a name for anything ever again.”</span>Not what he would ever want to call a warship like a Shinigami.  Of course it would be interesting to hear the reasoning and if there was a special story behind the name choice.  He would ask later, though he was not calling the ship that.<br/><br/>Of course soon after that little chatter, Darion listened to Anisa’s reply to the whole thing.<span style="color: Green">“Shame.  Would have liked to see how the game would have ended.  And I knew about those as soon as we started playing.  Your wrists were more bulky than they should have been under your jacket.”</span>And if she had used it, even if she had won, he would have ended it.  He was confident he was faster with a gun, and much tougher.<br/><br/>Though, at the salute, he just grinned a little.<span style="color: Green">“No need for that.  I was never an officer.  Just a Grunt.  I actually worked for a living.”</span>He said, standing up and instead extending a hand to shake instead.<span style="color: Green">“This works better.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>