FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Thanks, Shepard.
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
I'm still... I don't want to do this. I don't want to lose the fleet.
But
Thanks, Shepard.
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
I'm still... I don't want to do this. I don't want to lose the fleet.
But
[The point is that he, blackmailed as he was, still knew exactly what he was getting into. The CDC hadn't lied to him about their purpose, just the fact that the corporation itself is a backwards, disorganized, incompetent mess.]
Centuries of cannon fodder, even.
[That still boggles him a little, but mostly the part where the CDC could be around for hundreds and hundreds of years and still run things backward.]
Centuries of cannon fodder, even.
[That still boggles him a little, but mostly the part where the CDC could be around for hundreds and hundreds of years and still run things backward.]
[That gets his attention, as it's sort of news to him. He doesn't exactly like not being up on the gossip, but then again, he tries to stay away from the instructors unless he has an important question. Falcon leans in, suddenly interested.]
What, us or the officers?
[Here he is, thinking that the entire operation is stupid and incompetent. Maybe it is--it wouldn't surprise him, but if the instructors are bottom of the barrel, it might explain a few things.
Might explain a few things about some of the recruits, too.]
What, us or the officers?
[Here he is, thinking that the entire operation is stupid and incompetent. Maybe it is--it wouldn't surprise him, but if the instructors are bottom of the barrel, it might explain a few things.
Might explain a few things about some of the recruits, too.]
Could be why nobody's interested in feedback. Probably hope the dead weight'll just die and they'll get a better trained group next time around.
[Said, of course, with the sentiment that he is not among those that are dead weight. He knows that he's expendable, as far as the instructors and the CDC are concerned, but he also knows that he can keep himself around just by doing what he does best--succeeding. Maybe that's the best way to stick it to these assholes, in the end. Refusing to die.
He levels Shepard with a bit of an exasperated look.]
Our friend on security is twelve years old.
[Okay, maybe not twelve, but she's obviously a child, obviously here thanks to nepotism, and obviously incompetent, at least as far as leadership is concerned. He knows she can listen to this, but he doesn't exactly care, because she's twelve, and what's she going to do, talk him to death?]
Talent is not a substitute for experience.
[Not that he thinks Gliese is someone to defend, or even competent--if what Shepard says is true, then the Captain is the common denominator in all the reassignments, which means there's something sketchy about her performance, at the very least. Anyone who talks and acts like like Honey does, however, clearly has no practical know-how. It's only a matter of time before she's in over her head.]
[Said, of course, with the sentiment that he is not among those that are dead weight. He knows that he's expendable, as far as the instructors and the CDC are concerned, but he also knows that he can keep himself around just by doing what he does best--succeeding. Maybe that's the best way to stick it to these assholes, in the end. Refusing to die.
He levels Shepard with a bit of an exasperated look.]
Our friend on security is twelve years old.
[Okay, maybe not twelve, but she's obviously a child, obviously here thanks to nepotism, and obviously incompetent, at least as far as leadership is concerned. He knows she can listen to this, but he doesn't exactly care, because she's twelve, and what's she going to do, talk him to death?]
Talent is not a substitute for experience.
[Not that he thinks Gliese is someone to defend, or even competent--if what Shepard says is true, then the Captain is the common denominator in all the reassignments, which means there's something sketchy about her performance, at the very least. Anyone who talks and acts like like Honey does, however, clearly has no practical know-how. It's only a matter of time before she's in over her head.]
[oh.]
[he isn't sure how to respond to that-- relief wells under the continued embarrassment of making her come out here (except she'd chosen to, hadn't she? didn't know), and he tramps down both in an effort not to appear too one way or another. it puts an awkward, uncertainly happy look on his face, which he is by no means conscious of.]
[part of her crew. a... nice feeling. more than a bit intimidating. something he wanted to return to the best of his ability---]
[- she shifted away; he snapped to attention out of habit, arms ramrod straight at his sides.]
Yeah! [ech, too loud, too obviously nervous. toning down with a wince:] Er, yeah. I mean...
[wait no he didn't mean anything this was not the time for a counterpoint too late.]
... It's not always bad, having expectations. [missions gave focus. missions gave goals. better than the baseline keep surviving, which seemed about all there ever was to strive toward. that must've been why he was so tired all the time: there was no real reward in just surviving. -- anyway.] Take care, Miss Shepard. I'll see you again soon.
[it didn't have a direct acceptance, but whatever, there wasn't any energy to be nervous about yet another thing.]
[he isn't sure how to respond to that-- relief wells under the continued embarrassment of making her come out here (except she'd chosen to, hadn't she? didn't know), and he tramps down both in an effort not to appear too one way or another. it puts an awkward, uncertainly happy look on his face, which he is by no means conscious of.]
[part of her crew. a... nice feeling. more than a bit intimidating. something he wanted to return to the best of his ability---]
[- she shifted away; he snapped to attention out of habit, arms ramrod straight at his sides.]
Yeah! [ech, too loud, too obviously nervous. toning down with a wince:] Er, yeah. I mean...
[wait no he didn't mean anything this was not the time for a counterpoint too late.]
... It's not always bad, having expectations. [missions gave focus. missions gave goals. better than the baseline keep surviving, which seemed about all there ever was to strive toward. that must've been why he was so tired all the time: there was no real reward in just surviving. -- anyway.] Take care, Miss Shepard. I'll see you again soon.
[it didn't have a direct acceptance, but whatever, there wasn't any energy to be nervous about yet another thing.]
Makes you wonder what the common denominator is.
[And if they'll end up the same way as the last crew. Falcon isn't under the illusion that the instructors care about them--and along those lines, he isn't sure Gliese cares about the instructors. You do something like this for centuries, he imagines one might become entirely self-motivated. It's stupid to pretend otherwise.]
[And if they'll end up the same way as the last crew. Falcon isn't under the illusion that the instructors care about them--and along those lines, he isn't sure Gliese cares about the instructors. You do something like this for centuries, he imagines one might become entirely self-motivated. It's stupid to pretend otherwise.]
FROM: vasneema.talizorah@cdc.org
Yeah. That doesn't stop me feeling like it right now.
I'll get over it, honest. I'll just need a while.
Yeah. That doesn't stop me feeling like it right now.
I'll get over it, honest. I'll just need a while.
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