Build a fortress and shield your beliefs... [Closed]

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Characters: Olivier Mira Armstrong and Major Miles
Content: Miles fulfils Olivier's request to join her in the Strategy Room.
Setting: The Convoy's Strategy Room.
Time: Shortly after this entry.
Warnings: Probably none?

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[destinybreaking]

Olivier knew no one else would knock--half the idiots on the ship would just barge in, and the other half would just leave her alone.

After this long, she would finally see one of her men again. And that group, that one particular group would always be hers. They'd been through too much together; she'd made them what they were: feared universally.

She hated to see them scattered to the winds, but if he was here, perhaps...

"Come in, Miles."

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Miles pushed down the handle and entered promptly, closing the door behind him quietly. Standing before her, he looked the same as he always had -- attentive, stoic and most definitely hers. Neither time nor time apart had weathered his loyalty.

"Captain," he said by way of greeting, adjusting his stance so that his hands were clasped behind his back.

You did that on purpose.

[destinybreaking]

Slowly, deliberately, she finished looking over the one map she still had out. As Miles stood there, she carefully rolled it up, replacing it beside the other maps in the room.

It was something he would be used to, her going at her own pace; it was something she'd had to squash since coming on board, and she was going to milk this reunion for everything she could.

Finally, she turned to him, head held high. "Good to see you again."

She resisted the urge to embrace him. It just wasn't professional. But dear gracious, she was relieved to see an ally close at hand.

Me!?

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He gave her a nod in response and allowed himself a gentle smile. He wasn't so dependant as to have felt despondent at being out of his element and without his Captain - Briggs men were stronger than that, even through their close feeling of kinship with one another. Even so, he couldn't deny being glad to be back in her company and quite possibly her service.

It felt normal, familiar... right.

"You too, ma'am." He didn't resist his own urge to give her a salute, over-formal as it may have been. "It has been too long."

He dropped his hand to his side and waited to see whether the visit was to be a casual reunion or something more pressing.

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What Olivier couldn't stand was being under someone's thumb--even partially. It grated on her nerves and made her more vicious, violent; she was more likely to snap and kill anyone who pissed her off, and she certainly was not making any friends that way.

"You don't have to salute me here," she responded, though she did give him her usual dismissive nod.

There was business to be attended to--things to be explained--but how much did Miles really need to know?

"I'll begin," she said quietly, dangerously, stepping closer, "by telling you that I'm in a situation I can't get out of. Not yet. I'm willing to let you be on the outside of it, but knowing you, you'll want to fight with me. Am I correct?"

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Miles relaxed slightly, subtly. The tenseness left his shoulders and he adjusted his stance, clasping both hands behind his back. It was typical of him, but it was about as casual as he got in front of his Captain when she was obviously about to tell him something important.

He listened to her carefully, his eyes narrowing behind his tinted glasses at her words. That she of all people had been put in a position that she was unable to escape made him feel uneasy. Despite that, he trusted that she was doing all in her power to deal with it. He knew her better than to think she'd sit idle.

As for her question...

"Yes, ma'am," he confirmed, giving a single nod.