Confrontation

CSCSS Senku'sha-Maru Outpost - Hangar
Joint Post with Lorem, Omni, and Redsword

Povel Vieregg greeted each of the new crew members cordially and professional, though not in the same way. He had observed their quirks and mannerisms, paying meticulous attention to detail and temperaments. He formulated a strategic approach that he believed would be best suited to make them feel welcomed and appreciated.

It was much like an approach exercise in game theory’s Nash Equilibrium. For instance with Dr. Fawkes he was inquisitive and displayed fruedenfruede’s shoy and braggitude, asking mainly questions which allowed her to enjoy sharing and receiving affirmation for her enthusiasm. While someone like Mick it was kept clinical and short. Even though each interaction was customized, it was authentic and he held no guile in his behavior.

When it came to the blue synthetics, unlike Sestero, Povel greeted them with the same respect and kindness he would to a human. It was obvious he held synthetics in high regard and treated them as equals.

Garret was his normal professional self greeting most of them. There was one he wished he could push out an airlock right now. Several things flashed threw Garret's mind of how he wanted to get back at the ICC and their people. He thought of the five marines who had died because of their incompetence and greed. That was five lives that did not have to end that way.

When Garret stepped up to Mr. Sparks Garret had no expression on his face it was cold and with no emotion. Almost getting nose to nose with the man looking into his eyes. Looking down at Mr. Sparks making sure he was at full height when talking to Mr. Sparks. This was so unusual to those who knew Garret this was uncharacteristic of him.

"Mr. Sparks, let me give you some advice about this ship and crew. If you FUCK them over, I will personally take you apart... one joint at a time," declared Garret, his tone cold and a scary kind of calm.

Garret did not give him a chance to talk, but backed off a few steps, and just walked off.

Momentarily taken aback by the proximity and intensity of Garrett's gaze, Sparks maintained his composure. His eyes, cool and assessing, met Garrett's without wavering. Even as Garret delivered his chilling promise, Sparks' expression remained impassive, the embodiment of bureaucratic control.

Once Garrett had stepped back and turned away, Sparks swallowed and adjusted his jacket, a subtle act to reclaim his personal space and composure. "Garrett..." Sparks called out, ensuring his voice carried not just to Garrett but to any onlookers as well. "Warrant Officer. Look... I get it, you're all in for the team. That's clear. Just so we're on the same page, I'm only here to keep us safe, on track, and out of trouble, according to the ICC playbook."

He paused, allowing a moment for his words to settle in the tense air left by Garrett's departure. "Threats? Pretty heavy stuff...," he continued, speaking to the space where Garret had stood moments before. "but I know the pressure we're all under. So uh, let’s just forget this happened? And keep our eyes on the prize, together. Huh?"

Sparks did not pursue Garrett, nor did he raise the issue further. Instead, he turned to address the next crew member, his demeanor returning to the professionalism expected of an ICC agent. Yet, there was a new sharpness to his movements, a silent acknowledgment of the underlying tensions that had just come to light.
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