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☆ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀʟᴜ ɪᴍᴀɴɪᴀ☆ ([personal profile] captains_log) wrote in [community profile] illyria_ooc 2016-08-12 11:39 pm (UTC)

Imania grinned a little, arching one eyebrow.

"Provided you can promise me you won't dole out any more concussions, I may be tentatively offering you a job, yes," she said. It's definitely desperation, not a trick. Imania had a sense of humor, yes, but she certainly wasn't in the habit of punking people that badly.

When he asked if he could keep his rank, though, she had to laugh. It seemed she wasn't the only one with a sense of humor. Even in the 24th century, the army and the navy--even the space navy--would never quite see eye to eye.

"My good man, more than half my crew has been injured or killed, my ship is dead in space, and I have no idea where we even are," she said, shaking her head. "If you want to be called Master Sergeant instead of Senior Chief Petty Officer, that's fine with me." Hell, she'd call him Corporal Punishment or Major Pain if he wanted. In this sort of situation, rank specifics mattered less to her than having a group of people who knew their jobs and could follow orders to the letter. "So long as you'll still answer to your superior officers and color mostly within the lines, a man with military experience would be a great asset right now."

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