The ship was quiet, except for the quiet muffle of voices coming from the captain's ready room, though 'quiet' doesn't describe the atmosphere inside the room.
"I don't understand why you're making me do this bullshit," Tre said.
"Because it's an order isn't enough?" the captain replied.
"No, Nia, it's not enough."
"It's going to have to be if you want to remain on this ship."
"You're not in the fucking navy anymore. The BOS is owned by a civilian," Vivian said, though she wasn't quite sure. The owner of the Beacon of Solace was a mystery to her, and suspected it was to the captain as well.
"And that owner is paying us to fix this guy's atmospheric processor."
"I thought we didn't care about being paid."
"Not by the people who really need the aid, and the reason we can do that is jobs like this."
"This guy's a fucking trillionaire. Don't tell me he can't afford an actual mechanic."
"You are an actual mechanic, Ms. Perez." The captain said. Tre rolled her eyes. "Look. I'm no fan of this guy either, but it's not like we're helping this guy commit genocide or human trafficking or something."
"Are you sure?" Tre asked, rhetorically. "We can be pretty sure he's not helping anyone. Again, why the fuck does he need us, Nia?"
"I don't know, okay? But he's planetside so if you do it quick we won't even have to see him. Would you just do it already so we can get away from this shithole?" The captain stood up from her chair with angry authority. Tre relented.
"Fine," She said, throwing up her arms. She turned around in a huff and pressed a panel that opened the door next to it.
"And Estrella," The captain said, "don't make me give you the whole 'it's Captain Dubois' routine."
Estrella rolled her eyes again and stormed out of the room, the impact dulled by the inability to slam the automatic doors.
