<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Everyone</strong><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Dropship Black Sun, outbound<br/>Deneb Algedi, Benjamin District<br/>Draconis Combine<br/>1 January 3145</strong><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Damian's eyes narrowed slightly when Allia interjected, prompting him to turn his attention to her. He didn't actually seem in too bad a mood, something only Allia or Kari were likely to notice, as to most others, he would appear to be the same grumpy stick-up-the-rear as ever. There was only one possible reason why he would be more willing to trust others with the sole resolution of Moshe's affair, and that was if he had a game to get back to. One he had probably bet a pretty C-Bill on. If there was one thing Damian took risks with, it was his precious Lacrosse. <br/><br/><strong>"Understood. Expect me to ask for some details later, however,"</strong> he added, trusting the judgment of the two ladies on the matter. Neither had anything to prove to him, they were both on the Command Lance for a very good reason and he would trust them to make snap decisions centuries before he would himself. But that wasn't anything anyone would ever find out, of course. He would also never admit to having a slight soft spot for the younger woman, brought on by the fact that they were both veterans of the Company and had seen a lot of hardships with only each other to talk it out. That didn't mean he was warm towards her, but it gave her significant leeway if nothing else. It helped that the few nights they had shared over the years, no apparent strings attached, were more than enjoyable material to reminisce about.<br/><br/>With that said, he crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. There was the matter of the details for the payments to the village, but he would bother Kari with that later. It wasn't urgent and it was merely some formal paperwork, nothing more. It had been a long day and he wasn't one to deny the value of some R&amp;R. However, it was important to stress 'some'. Damian wasn't going to contradict his commanding officer in front of the others, not on what was essentially a direct order, but he felt as though a trip like that was going to be a monumental waste of funds. However, he was probably the only one in the room idiotic enough to fixate on that instead of having a good time. He could always find a quiet spot to have a drink and read up on galactic news. The long string of battles had admittedly forced him to fall behind on current affairs, and he didn't like being in the dark. He had managed to find a lot of excellent merc jobs by staying up-to-date in the past and he wasn't about to let those opportunities slide.<br/><br/>As they were dismissed and the room began to empty, he stayed behind for a few moments, one boot finding a home against the side of the table. There was going to be a lot of new blood in the Company; he only hoped they would be worth the price of admission.</div>