<strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ef/Damian_Harper.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's eyes narrowed to slits at Allia's quips. It was no different from before. There was no awkwardness between them, nor any expectations. It felt... familiar. It was no different among the clans, where most instances of sex were fun and entertaining, and nothing else, just as marriage was a union intended for ideal procreation. Of course, a long time ago, those notions would have gone against everything the exiled clanner disliked about his own culture. His marriage had been a happy one... a 'right' one. It was only after that tanked in a most horrendous fashion that he made the 180. Still, familiarity was good when one was the only clanner on a massive vessel surrounded by a majority of people who would to see him jettisoned into the void outside the windows. But, despite that levity, he still did not appreciate such comments from anyone. The stick was lodged up there firmly and wasn't going to be budging anytime soon. It caused a grunt to escape his lips, but at least he was quickly informed of the nature of the discussion, and chose to take a seat opposite both women.<br/><br/>He leaned back in the seat slightly as his eyes focused on Allia first, for she gave him the quick and brief of it all. For a brief moment, he was reminded of what had happened a short time earlier. He wouldn't be inclined to admit it, but that same night had been the first time he had actually slept well. A long shower followed by an equally long night. It had blown off some steam, and he had needed it more than he realized. Of course, the sights she had given him had been committed to memory heartily as well. At the risk of those popping up and distracting him, he quickly suppressed his train of thoughts and went about giving his opinion on what they had decided so far. His annoyance was a little evident, for the man hated repeating himself or wasting time. He wasn't an easy person to speak to, obviously, and that was no more obvious as when his opinion had been given, but was asked again.<br/><br/>As the document was slipped across the table towards him, he casually planted a few digits atop it to drag it into his view entirely. Blue hues skimmed it in silence, and his stern expression almost made it seem as though he was a strict teacher grading a paper. It was exactly that visage that always made the engineers nervous enough to wet themselves when they came to him with expense and efficiency reports.<br/><strong>"Just scratch those hover vehicles off the list. I know they would be ideal to support Recon, but the maintenance on those finicky vehicles will wreck our budget within a month. The slightest speck of dust up the wrong exhaust and they are grounded for a day,"</strong> he explained, before sliding the chart back. <strong>"I approve of it. I will change our recruitment focus; define it so we lure in more decent light and medium warriors,"</strong> he commented, which was about as much praise as either of them could expect from the moody tactician.</div>