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Intend? [Dean smiles, humorless. There's no intention here. Just cold, hard fact. He's not leaving without the fugitive, whatever the cost. There's a reason he got asked to track the man down and he intends to put everything he knows into practise.]

Lucky for you there's people on this ship that aren't animals. Not like you and me. [There's a dangerous edge to his voice, intimate implication where he doesn't necessarily know the first thing about this man. But he knows what he's done, and he can see a guy who's not afraid to fight his way out of a situation if he needs to.]

Medbay, if you're a good boy.

[Tillman cocks an eyebrow. Medbay comes down to drugs, restraints, confined space, and few exits. He isn't too keen on any of that, not that the consideration shows on his face.]

And if I'm not?

...a room filled with puppy dogs and rainbows. [Sarcasm. Hello.]

Where the hell do you think, man? The brig. [...not the brig. Mostly because Ward and Resnik have no freaking idea any of this is happening, not to mention the "official" security team. But there's enough other people out for this guy's head that Dean thinks the makeshift brig might actually hold the best chances for the guy. Not that he cares either way. Hostage taking is out of line, in his opinion.]

[Tillman sighs quietly. Prison or drugs and then prison. Not much contest there...]

I'm afraid I'll have to decline both options. I can tell you're broken up about it. [And with that, he shifts into a defensive stance.]

I was kinda hopin' you'd say that, actually. [It gives Dean all the excuse he's going to need to knock the guy out and drag his sorry ass back to the brig. He'd just going to have to work harder this way. He raises his eyebrows at the new stance the other man's taken and shakes his head. If he's looking to provoke the other man into action, his expression is probably along the right lines. He doesn't make a move yet, just waits until the other man either runs away or makes a move to jump him.]

Bring it, Rocky. [Apparently this situation requires Sylvester Stallone references. So sue him.]

[A hint of a smile curls his lips. He can't help it. He's in space, and yet his situation hasn't changed at all. It figures.]

This may come as a surprise, but I don't actually want to fight you. [He announces, his tone bordering on good natured. It's true, too, though he doubts it will make a difference. He isn't going to be the one to throw the first punch, though. If Dean is so keen in fighting, he can start it.]

You're right outta options, man. 'm not leavin' without you. Either suck it up and do as you're told or put your money where your mouth is. You got some questionable actions to take some goddamn responsibility for.

[And Dean only has so much patience. Sooner rather than later he'll make a move and it won't be pretty.]

[Tillman shrugs. He knows there isn't any other options as long as he's dealing with this guy.] Your move, kid.

[Dean doesn't really need much more of an invitation, and calling him kid is only ever going to end one way.

His moves are quick, blisteringly so when he's lunging for the man's shoulder, other hand already swinging upward to catch what he assumes will be a stray fist aimed at his ribs and his knee on an inward path towards the side of the other man's leg. On the floor is going to be the easiest place for him to get this situation under control.]

[Tillman blocks the grab and darts back before anything else can land. He's still on the defensive, feeling his opponent out. It's been a while since he's had to refrain from using deadly force and he really doesn't want to if it's not necessary. Assess, detain, retreat when possible.]

[Frustrated that the other man isn't playing ball, Dean rounds on him in an attempt to try and back him up against a wall, tries to hem him in from a few paces out so he has nowhere else to go. Tactics he can figure out fairly simply provided he doesn't get distracted. He didn't think to ask if the dude had an accomplice.]

Don't make me knock you out, man. 's only gonna add to that headache you probably just got rid of.

[He knows Kable said not to talk to him on the network but man is he hard to get ahold of when he doesn't tell Simon where he's going when he wants to bug him. So after a few unsuccessful attempts at pinging him, he just logs into his phone to talk to him directly via the walkie-talkie in his brain.]

Kable where the fuck did you g- HOLY SHIT.

[His hands flash up automatically to hold Kable's defensive stance, eyes flicking over the dude trying to back them into a corner.]

You gone and joined fight club or something, man? The hell is going on here?

[Tillman is about to reply to Dean when the all-too-familiar tingle runs down his spine.

Shit. Not now. This situation needs to be dealt with with delicacy and experience. Simon may have been good with a a gun, but he didn't have the hand to hand skills that Tillman himself did.

The sudden chatter in his ear isn't helping his focus.

With Simon forcing him to hold, his ability to subtly track Dean's movements is hindered almost to the point of nonexistence. There are holes in his defense that he can't compensate for. Slayers wasn't a fist-fighting game and Simon was at a disadvantage without his full-size computer. This put Tillman at a severe disadvantage.]

Kid. Just go away. [He growls under his breath.]

[Dean catches the growl and frowns briefly before he strikes again, a dirty punch thrown at the other man's stomach while he looks distracted before he wraps a hand around his throat. Whatever the hell the dude is wearing over the top of his jumpsuit makes him grunt in pain, armor or something similar making him even more suspicious than before.

He uses the strength in his arm and shoulder to pin the man to the wall, slams him back once to try and catch the back of his head hard. He wasn't joking when he promised to knock the guy out if he didn't play along and his now throbbing hand is only serving to make him more angry.]

Call me kid again and I'll make sure you can't have any.

[Whatever the hell has given him an advantage he has no interest in losing it again. If he can get the guy old cold he has half a chance of getting his ass to the medbay with the least possible attention drawn to them. From there it's up to Jim and the others to figure out what to do with him.]

Edited 2012-01-23 00:59 (UTC)

You didn't answer my question, man. Who's this douchebag and why's he trying to pick a fight?

[As Kable's pinned to the wall, Simon tries to bring his arm up in a defensive block-- a hair too slow, dammit, and fumbles his next move, accidentally signaling for Kable to draw his knife.]

Shit, shit, that is not what I meant to do. Fucking commands.

[The knife goes right back into its sheath as he more carefully moves his hands within view of his phone's stupid screen. This was so not the best method of brawling. He knows Kable can handle his own bidness better than this, but if he logged off now, he wouldn't know what this guy was planning to do to his I-Con.]

[The knock to the head has Kable seeing stars and with his airway cut off, he can't even respond to Simon's questions. He is more pissed off than he has been in a long time. He could have taken this asshole if Simon hadn't intruded. He should have been halfway to their room by now and instead he can't even lift a hand to defend himself.

The knife-- not the best choice when he wants to keep this non-fatal, but it's better than being choked out. But then the knife is back in its sheath and Simon is apologizing and not even trying to fight back with his hands and it's infuriating. What the hell is the kid thinking?

A choked gurgle escapes his throat and he's certain that his 'health icon' as Simon so aptly described it, is in the red by now.

Just sign off, kid. Sign off now and I won't kill you later.]

[Dean catches the flash of a blade come out of of its holder and reacts on instinct, the hand at the other man's throat held firm as he brings his other fist up to punch him square in the face. It's aggressive and violent and totally unapologetic, but he can't help what happens as a kneejerk reaction to seeing a goddamn knife. The second it gets shoved back into its sheath he drags the other man away from the wall and throws him down onto the floor, hand reaching towards a pocket of his jumpsuit to find the plastic restraints he's brought with him for the occasion.

None of this was supposed to get this messed up, but he can't help the position they're in now. If only the guy had just agreed in the first freaking place and not drawn a knife.]

Just stay down, man. Stay the hell down and I'll take you to the freakin' medbay to get looked over. Jesus. Overreaction much?

[The problem is that Simon isn't thinking, at least, not on a level beyond what the fuck and why is this happening. Half of his commands aren't being recognized as he at least tries to resist, and just swearing when his phone can't keep up with what he's trying to do.

Its a panic reaction that makes Simon log off as quickly as he does, instead of trying to argue further, but he hasn't seen Kable's health icon that low in a long, long time. Thankfully before he signs off he hears the word 'medbay' so at least he has an idea to go looking for him.]

[Tillman doesn't even try to catch himself, or at least, that's how it would appear. In reality he tried to catch himself, but the shaky commands wouldn't allow it. He's bleeding from the mouth or the nose and when he sucks his first greedy breath in, it tastes like copper. His throat hurts where it was restricted, but he doubts there will be permanent damage. The dull ache makes the rest of his head trauma flare up in sympathy.

The blood rushing in his ears and familiar thrumming at the back of his head warns him about a potential concussion. Just what he needs.

The second Simon signs off, Tillman runs a hand through his close cropped hair. He isn't at all surprised when it comes away bloody. At this point, pushing on in the fight would be dangerous. Dean hasn't sustained any damage at all Pride is not a terribly convincing motivator for Tillman. He is no good to anyone dead.

In one motion, he unbuckles his knife belt and slides it across the floor so that it collides with the toes of Dean's boots. He meets the hunter's eyes as he raises his hands to the back of his neck.]

[The toe of his boot steps down on the blade to keep it firm against the ground, eyes assessing the situation as Kable's hands end up behind his head. He doesn't have faith in much, but his ability to fight until the bitter end is something he puts weight in. And right now? He doesn't understand how he dropped a man the size of Kable with nothing more than one punch.

He carefully gathers up the blade from under his boot and hides it away in his jumpsuit, the plastic restraints held firm in his other hand as he slowly approaches the other man. He's on edge as he leans down to press a knee to Kable's back to make sure he stays down, both wrists brought down behind his back until Dean can fasten them together securely. Only when he's satisfied with that does he step back and haul the other man up to his feet. The injuries aren't something he really enjoys inflicting, but he figures this time it was necessary. They can't have some dude with a hard-on for taking hostages walking around the ship unchecked.]

You good to walk? 'cause 'm not gonna carry your ass.

[Tillman counts down from ten as the restraints cinch down on his wrists. It's a familiar posture-- uncomfortably familiar-- and a reminder of his own powerlessness besides. He tests his new range of motion briefly, making sure that his blood supply isn't entirely cut off and that his shoulders aren't stretched more than they should be.]

I'm good. [He replies in a voice more hoarse than he had started with. He keeps his head up as he walks. His demeanor is not that of a defeated man, but a pensive one.]

[Dean nods at the door they're heading for and tugs Kable's arm, his hand firm around the other man's upper arm as he steers him in the direction they need. He doesn't need to know what he'd do in order to figure out how likely it is the man might try and make a break for it. He won't last long skulking around with his hands tied behind his back.

He feels no need to make conversation, the rest of his duties right now only involve getting Kable to the medbay so he can get looked over. Beyond that he figures he's done what he needs to.]

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