<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 was pleased to find Kari agreeing with him. It wasn't because there was some competition ongoing in his mind to always be proven right. But, he never made a decision without trying to look at all arguments and angles at hand, so when he finally reached the call he wanted to make, he firmly believed it was the right one. Changing his mind was a difficult feat, indeed, and he was glad that they were not going to make the mistake of trying to think of people first, and their ailing wallets second. Would it be better to keep experience in the fold? Of course. But not if it ended up crashing the entire company and putting even more people on the street.<br/><br/>He just looked at Allia calmly when she mentioned revenge. A part of him wanted it to. A major part. But it was one he silenced. Revenge wasn't good for business, no matter how badly he wished he could strangle the people who killed one of the few people he'd ever regarded a friend. <strong>"I am certain the Jade Falcon will not suddenly become a rare sight on the field of battle. We will encounter them again. Take your frustration out on them then,"</strong> Damian commented before crossing his arms and leaning forward on the table.<br/><strong>"I have nothing more to add,"</strong> he continued, having said all he needed to. If there was anything left to review, he wasn't aware f it. Even though there was always more work to get to, he had to admit he now had a game of Lacrosse waiting for him, and for once he was willing to set aside some work to watch his favorite team hopefully dominate their opponent for the evening. Many would consider it rather sad that he watched those broadcasts perpetually by himself, but he tended to prefer it that way, even if it had been different when he was still a part of a clan; instead of a banished disgrace.</div>