"Spend a few minutes fielding a short call from command and taking the opportunity to relieve myself... just a few minutes and someone has to take offense at something. " Kelly shook his head, a trace of amusement in his eyes as he came back to the same table at which Jamo was seated, just as Regan seated himself. The boy started to stand (out of respect, one supposed), but Perris waved him off, telling him to relax. It was the galley, not the flight deck. Boy had a lot of pluck for being the Junior Mechanic on the squadron roster.Kelly was about to seat himself when an unfamiliar gal started taking offense at something said by a vaguely familiar voice.
"Excuse me again, Jamo... boys. Seems we have an idealist tarnishing our shining reputation. You know what we do with idealists." He said with a devious grin. Standing up from his halfway-seated-ness, the Commander followed sound of the female voice (which wasn't a bad voice, mind you) to find his eyes laid upon a pretty young lady. The trajectory of her offense led him to one Sanis Prent. He stuffed his hands into the trouser pockets of his flight-suit and wandered over to the second bit of commotion in as many minutes, an air of 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' settling around his person as he did. Until he got there, anyways. Until he spoke up. He briefly met eyes with Sanis, gave the spacer a small nod, then turned to the fierce young lady who decided to try and tangle herself with Prent in the first place - without having any clue who she was talking to and defending something that was definitely idealistic and not one mote of experience.
To say...
"You don't have one little clue about what you're so valiantly defending, little lady, nor who you are mouthing off to." He eyed her critically as he stood somewhat halfway between her and Prent and the other onlookers around him. He came across as slightly angry. Whether it was a facade or not was the secret between him and perhaps, one or two others. "Your ideals will get you killed and that's exactly the kind of shit I don't need in my squadron. I do not care who you think you are, what you have done or where you have come from. Don't go running your pretty little mouth about things you do not know or understand."
Kelly shifted from one foot to the other. He glanced again at Sanis, then went back to the girl. "You may have flown with the enemy, Miss Inirial, but you did not believe with heart and soul in that cause. You did not have that faith burned down to cinders when they destroyed everything you had. You have nothing, save for some romanticized ideals of what a Rogue Squadron pilot is, or any Rebel pilot, for that matter. I suggest you shut your mouth until you've earned the right."
Then he crossed his arms and stood there, awaiting a response. She would learn humility if it meant having her hate him, as long as she would follow orders in the end. Nearly every potential recruit went through this and nearly every one ended with a fight. He turned slightly to Sanis.
"That sound about right, Mr. Prent?"
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