9-399: Pristine, Downport Administration Enclave
Sure, though worth noting that this conversation occurred because the player missed a random item buried in a list, not necessarily entirely because of the way the character is being played ;-P But let’s run with it!
Oliver and Alan
“Yeah, gotta defer to the prunes, but that’s not what I meant.”
He taps his rank strap, “I worked hard for this, young man, and it’s a recognition of what I can do and a mark of responsibility for what I have to do.”
This might be one of the few times Alan isn’t bullshitting and actually saying what he thinks.
“When I wear this uniform I represent the Dominion and the Legion and it’s my job to complete my mission, so when I give orders I give them like I expect them to be followed.”
He turns his rank tapping finger to point to the four bars on Oliver’s collar.
“You’ve been made a Vizant 4 because someone,” he can’t help express some disdain in his tone at who those someones are,” seems to think what we’re doing is important and has given you the authority to make it happen.”
At which point he runs out of steam a bit and finishes by mumbling, “so…make it happen.”
Oliver listens to Alan, matching his gaze when not following the finger to the rank. “I understand, Under Commander. I appreciate the advice. I will make it happen.”
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Oliver approaches the commander and introduces the group. “We’re tracking a fugutive and have suspicioms he may have stowed away or smuggled through the spaceport. We’d like to work with your unit, or be given necessary clearance to discover any evidence for our suspicions.”