tactical_alert: (big damn heroes)
Malcolm Reed ([personal profile] tactical_alert) wrote in [personal profile] goddamngrenades 2014-09-05 10:08 pm (UTC)

Day 131 - evening - action

"Me, sir?" He glances up sharply.

And then he regrets what came out of his mouth. All of the military talk, the thoughts of home, it just--happens. It just comes out as if he'd always called York sir.

But York isn't the captain. They're on a level playing field here. He clears his throat again, continues as if it hadn't happened. "I understand your perspective. I have plenty of experience prepping a team and leading them where to go, as a unit, and how to work as a group in combat. We never--well. I can hardly say we never had anything like Freelancers, but then, I wouldn't know, would I? To my knowledge, we didn't. The Coalition of Planets was to work together." Nevermind how that barely happened in any sense of the word. "Starfleet is a unit, each group of ships together a unit, every crew on a single ship a unit. Sometimes things come down to one person..." Sometimes people behind the scenes, sometimes a crazy hail mary or act of sacrifice-- "But you can't win a war alone."

Still, the fact that York trusts him enough by going on basically hearsay as to Malcolm's skills and knowledge, that's high praise and honour. And it's all touching, from that to the armour and back again.

"No leaderboard. No competing against each other. No rewards for doing better than one another. Work to our strengths. No live ammo in training." He figures York will appreciate that one.

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