[voice - Filtered to Silvana // Difficult to Hack]
(~Posted after the spider crisis cools down~)
Ugh, how am I supposed to say this? 'Hi, everybody, I've been thinking?' That's crap, I can't do it like that...
Ahh...I just wanted to say something real quick...
Something's been bugging me for a while now. Something like...a feeling like maybe I'm a little out of place these days. Maybe I just ain't cut out to be doing what I'm doing. I mean...
...ngh, this is stupid! Look, even a meat-head like me can see that I'm not fit to be any kind of leader on this ship. I'm too damn stubborn and I lose my temper way too fast over things. I coulda started a riot with the dock workers back in Abantiare because I got pissed at what they were saying; I started that fight in Melior that just about got us in trouble, and Tear had to risk her neck to and try to help me. I wanted to fight that big, spider robot-whatever on my own, and I got mad when everybody jumped in after I told 'em not to. Everybody here can see right through me when I try and tell people what to do.
Captain...I told you when you hired me on that all I was good at is fighting, and that's the only reason I came along. I guess maybe you saw I was decent at taking charge, so you let me try being a big shot.
I'm not apologizing, though, so forget it! All I'm saying is...I'm steppin' down as Quartermaster here. Ya can't be a good leader if nobody wants to follow you.
I can't build things, I can't fix things, I can't fly ships and I sure can't steer them. So I'm putting myself down at the bottom where an idiot like me belongs; I can take orders, and I know I can scrub a deck with the best of 'em. I'm movin' out of the nicer quarters and bunking down the barracks with the others. Captain, XO, if you'll still let me, I'll just have private training sessions for people who want 'em.
...and the dojo is STILL mine, bastards, so don't go thinking that I'm giving that up.
Ugh, how am I supposed to say this? 'Hi, everybody, I've been thinking?' That's crap, I can't do it like that...
Ahh...I just wanted to say something real quick...
Something's been bugging me for a while now. Something like...a feeling like maybe I'm a little out of place these days. Maybe I just ain't cut out to be doing what I'm doing. I mean...
...ngh, this is stupid! Look, even a meat-head like me can see that I'm not fit to be any kind of leader on this ship. I'm too damn stubborn and I lose my temper way too fast over things. I coulda started a riot with the dock workers back in Abantiare because I got pissed at what they were saying; I started that fight in Melior that just about got us in trouble, and Tear had to risk her neck to and try to help me. I wanted to fight that big, spider robot-whatever on my own, and I got mad when everybody jumped in after I told 'em not to. Everybody here can see right through me when I try and tell people what to do.
Captain...I told you when you hired me on that all I was good at is fighting, and that's the only reason I came along. I guess maybe you saw I was decent at taking charge, so you let me try being a big shot.
I'm not apologizing, though, so forget it! All I'm saying is...I'm steppin' down as Quartermaster here. Ya can't be a good leader if nobody wants to follow you.
I can't build things, I can't fix things, I can't fly ships and I sure can't steer them. So I'm putting myself down at the bottom where an idiot like me belongs; I can take orders, and I know I can scrub a deck with the best of 'em. I'm movin' out of the nicer quarters and bunking down the barracks with the others. Captain, XO, if you'll still let me, I'll just have private training sessions for people who want 'em.
...and the dojo is STILL mine, bastards, so don't go thinking that I'm giving that up.