First Impressions - Open
“Why did I wanna come here again…?” Frederic-104 sighed as he walked along through the halls of the UNSC Infinity, hands slipped into the pockets of his BDU pants as he tried to stop thinking about the conversation he’d just finished having with the dubiously qualified Commander Sarah Palmer. He didn’t want to admit it, but he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been this irritated with someone. “… Thought leave was supposed to relax people.” Palmer had been primed and ready to verbally cut him down to her level, at least that’s how it felt. The phrases and words that had been thrown around still made him angry. “You’re not better than anyone else here.” “Don’t expect any special treatment just because of what you were.” “I run a tight division and I expect you to fall in line.” “You’re not a commander here, I am.” “Threatened much?” He muttered under his breath, as he came to a junction in the hallway and stopped, looking ahead of him, then left, then right before his shoulders fell and he sighed. “Seriously, this ship is too damn big…” He sighed, trying to remember which way he was supposed to go to head to the living quarters. “And I’m talking to myself again.”