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future_sandworm ([personal profile] future_sandworm) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-03-01 06:58 pm

Third floor common room, Sunday evening

While he had enjoyed the cruise more than he had expected, and eventually got used to being on a ship, Leto was happy to be back. He had considered writing one of those letters he could never send to his sister at home, but decided against it - they always made him melancholy and that wasn't what he wanted.

Instead, he brought the baliset to the common room, and after tuning the instrument he began to play a slow Caladan song, one that Gurney Hallek had once taught his father.

[Open, of course!]


[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"You do this on purpose," Triela muttered.

Then, very slowly, as if talking to someone a bit slow, she repeated her question. "How do you deal with people who screw things up?"

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let's say that they're supposed to back you up on a dangerous mission and they screw up which leads to you becoming injured." Triela didn't have all that many different examples she could draw on easily, after all.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"The latter." No one gave less than their best effort at the Agency, after all.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"And if you don't make assignment decisions?" Triela pressed.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela nodded slowly. It was a good answer.

"But if they're under-staffed and can't afford to lose an operative?"

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
There wasn't an easy answer to that. "Perhaps not quite in the way you mean, but I can't not do what I do..."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela considered it. Something in her wanted to say no just because he'd been difficult earlier.

"Any particular reason you want to know?" she asked with a slightly challenging grin.

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
She noted the pause, but didn't make anything of it. His choice of words was an excellent one though. She shrugged, it was a decent response.

"I can't because I'm conditioned not to."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 05:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Chemically." Triela tapped her left biceps. "There's a timed-release subcutaneous implant in here."

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Triela blinked. "I don't. Orders get followed." Sometimes, if she were careful, she could bend a flexible enough directive, but that wasn't the same thing...

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because I'm a carefully engineered killing machine?" Triela offered, a slight edge of sarcasm making it into her voice. "I'm faster and stronger and harder to kill than almost anyone. And I'm trained to kill people. The Agency doesn't really want someone like me running around without some safeties."

Why build a weapon you can't control?

[identity profile] sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com 2009-03-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not a machine," Triela's eyes (and tone) cooled dangerously.

"Or," she relented a bit, "not... most of me."