Young, decorated and captain of the station security. It was rare to see someone so young bear such a high rank. It was either a sign of skill or good connections. The decorations adorning his left pecs suggested that it was his own merit that had landed Rooney this rank.<span style="color: blue">"Alright, Captain... Rooney..."</span>Neymi said slowly and deliberately, as if memorizing it while running over the facts. Loose cannons didn't get promoted that high, but neither did those who didn't treat the rules with a little flexibility. Perhaps Rooney had a honorable streak in him, and if he didn't, at least she knew he wasn't gay with how his gaze crept to her chest. She folded her arms a little tighter, pushing the round orbs up and making her breasts strain against the fabric of her bra. The frontless shirt she wore let few things to the imagination.<br/><br/>Shifting her stance, Neymi glanced at the gun-bearing security, still keeping her senses open to the thoughts their unprotected minds whispered to her.<span style="color: blue">"There seems to be zome confusion. Why would the council take interest in the affairs of lowly mercs? We're grease to the alliance's wheels. What we do isn't pretty, but it helps the alliance zo why would top-zhots care about us? What crime have we committed that warrants arrest and detainment? We completed our mission according to our given parameters. If one is to blame for anything, it's the one who gave us the mission and the parameters in the first place."</span>Licking her lips slowly, Neymi continued.<span style="color: blue">"As gladly as I'd oblige with your orders, captain, most of my crew are in need of zome time off. I can hardly tell them to wait because apparently zomeone trying to zhift the blame from him to the men he hired. Zo tell me, why are we under arrest, and do you really have to detain us? I mean, we're mercenaries. If you or the council needs our presence, we'll be easily found. We wouldn't get jobs if we weren't easily reached after all."</span><br/><br/>Neymi shifted her hands from her chest to her hips. Slipping her thumbs in her hotpants and pushing them slowly down just enough for Rooney to see the curve leading up to her nethers.<span style="color: blue">"Ofcourse, orders are orders but we've got our cargo to deliver. Zo, Captain, if you're zo kind, I and my CO, Darion, will follow you back to your office to zee what the council wants while the rest of the crew, perhaps with half your zquad as an escort, delivers our precious cargo to the Zax Embassy. And then we zee what happens from there, and zave everyone involved a headache and a lot of paperwork."</span><br/><br/><b>[Diplomacy: Persona check. Roll: 4, skill: 16]</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>