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The Omni-Reform Captain stalks up to him. "Where is your commanding Officer?" He snaps impatiently, "Get him at once!"
"That would be me," Gunfytr replies smoothly, "Chief Warrant, Pathfinder Detachment. What can I help you with?"
"Oh, 'contract' troops," He sneers, "And you can't 'help' me with anything. You can hold yourself in readiness for my commands. Now, who is the ranking Omni Officer here? Quickly!"
"My troops are the only combat unit here, there are Omni-Pol investigators inside the crash, but..." "Fine, then," The captain interupts, "I'm assuming command."
"Great!" says Gun, beaming, "How do you want to swap out troops on the perimeter? I can have my shuttles here in about 5 minutes. We weren't looking forward to spending the night playing with medusas, anyway."
"What??", the Captain sputters, "You can't leave! I ORDER you to maintain your posts!"
"Well, theres a problem with that, Captain," Gun grins at him, "According to my contract, my Chain of Command doesn't come anywhere CLOSE to Omni-Reform. So, that means," He says, speaking slowly, "If you take command, I get to go home. Ok? Oh, by the way, the medusas get really active after dark, so if you dont mind...."
*a little later*
"So, what did you tell him?" Beer stands next to Gunfytr as he waves goodbye to the departing black shuttle. "I just used my incredible personality and charming wit," Gun shrugs. "Wow, that poor son of a leet. He never had a chance, did he?" "Nope," Gun replies, "Never give a fool an even chance." He looks up.
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