<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9013.msg322126#msg322126">Quote from: ChrissaM on 01-03-2007, 01:36:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Isis was listening to what was amounting to a decent offer from someone who claimed to have a unit of mercs that was about ready to leave Outreach and go out on a mission.  He was promising decent pay, skilled repair techs, and plenty of action.  He also hinted at the fact that he might even be willing to offer her a bit of "free time" in his expansive private quarters aboard the unit's jump ship, when the stress got to her.  It was right about then that she tuned him out and just stared through him.  Unfortunately, he didn't take the hint, and kept talking.<br/><br/>She glanced over his shoulder and saw a man wearing a dress uniform.  Now that was unusual, in a place like this.  She watched him for a moment, wondering if he was someone looking for a unit, or offering one.  It was then that he looked up and made eye contact with her.  She held his gaze, her expression unreadable, but her eyes were definitely not emotionless.<br/><br/>She nodded back at him as he started coming her way.  "Uh, yeah, I think I've heard enough," she told the man who was still trying to get her to sign up.  "I'll come back later if I decide to join up."  She pushed him aside and started casually making her way over to meet the man in the dress uniform halfway.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He gave a small smirk as she pushed the other man away.  She had spirit.  He walked toward her as she walked toward him, meeting in the middle.<br/><br/>"Fancies himself a bit of a ladies man, does he?"  He asked in an amused voice.<br/><br/>"Forgive my manners."  He said, offering a hand.  "Lt. Colonel Michael Ryan, XO, Dark Angels."  If she took his offered hand, he would shake it and continue on.<br/><br/>"I saw you a bit earlier and noticed your, ummm...grease smear."  He smiled only a touch.  "I'm assuming that you're a MechWarrior looking for a unit, yes?"<br/><br/>Okay, so maybe he wasn't a great politician, but his tone wasn't rude or abrasive.  He was just a man that got down to the heart of the matter.  There was no sense in beating around the bush.  If she wasn't a warrior or looking for a unit there were many more that were, and neither one of them should waste any time.