05 | video | we'll have you dead pretty soon

[the_vishual]

[ Attention, Tranquility. Chase is in a hallway, a book clasped tightly in her hands, paper bowtie in place, stern look about her. She is not happy, but it's less 'someone's gone' and more like when she first arrived: cold, withdrawn and calculating. ]

Military protocol--and the standard form of my ship, the Grail Arbor, states that mutineers and those doing harm to other passengers are to be permanently dismissed. [ She lets the word 'permanently' linger before she quirks an eyebrow upwards, clearly unimpressed. ]

On top of the smiling ship, we have a scientist with missing memories--and a number of things unrelated to Tranquility's plight. The previous attacker. Megamind.

To put it bluntly: throw him out of the airlock or I'll destroy him myself.

[ That's not a threat, crew members. That's a promise.

Comments

[statsraaden]

Wait wait wait. There's nowhere safe to lock him?

[the_vishual]

No, it's a matter of safety we get rid of him. For good.

[statsraaden]

No, I'm afraid it's not. We can lock him in a safe place, with the same result. And if we start killing people for doing what he did, nobody will feel safe anymore. Even the ones who wouldn't do such a thing.

I've seen it happen.

sob i am so sorry for little girl rage

[the_vishual]

[ Chase's glare is genuine, both annoyed and clearly not impressed. ]

If we keep him in a safe place there's not only a good chance for him to escape, but the probability that we're wasting valuable resources such as what little security we have by keeping an eye on him before, sir.

If anything, it should make people feel safer, now that all of this mutiny talk will be silenced.

Re: sob i am so sorry for little girl rage

[statsraaden]

[Stats is Not Impressed in return. He's against killing people, for whatever reason.]

You don't know that. Perhaps someone else will take over in retaliation. Keeping him alive is our safest solution. It's worth the resources we'll spend on him.

[the_vishual]

[ Snappish, but there. Chase is almost snarling, frustrated, tired, and just plain annoyed. Her shoulders are squared, her eyes locked onto the screen, tone firm. ]

I highly suggest you stop rebuking with poorly constructed arguments. Sir.

[statsraaden]

[And Stats feels the same.]

I highly suggest you stop making death threats. Young lady.

[the_vishual]

And if I preform the task I'm set on--in this case the eradication of Megamind--what on earth are you going to do? 'Lock me in a safe place?'

[statsraaden]

Exactly. I'm sure you won't mind the brig? [Stats mocks.]

Hopefully, we'll be able to stop you before you do it.

[the_vishual]

I'd like to see you try.

[statsraaden]

I wouldn't. I'd rather nothing of the sort happened. But I know it's only wishful thinking. [Stats lets out a sigh. He's too old for these games.]