I kind of feel bad for Leonide cause imagine you arrive at a system your company basically bought and weird things happen and your other ship fires at you and then you meet some humans who weren't supposed to be there and
a) you try to take one of them hostage but their SecUnit takes you hostage and embarrasses you in front of your crew instead
b) that bunch of humans finds out about alien contamination
c) for whatever reason they are roaming on surface
So you go on a mission to a remote separatist installation, possibly happy to be free from that bullshit, with a clear task
and then there's them again, and
d) they send their fuckass SecUnit instead of you know A REAL PERSON to a meeting with you, which, disrespectful
e) they prepare a video presentation or whatever, what the fuck is wrong with them
f) your colleagues backstab you right at the meeting with that fucking bunch
g) you have no choice but to follow the weirdos
h) All that:
«One question,” Leonide said, keeping her attention on the control interface. “Is that actually a SecUnit?” “You know,” Iris said conversationally, taking a pad out of the medical kit and wiping bloodstains off ART-drone’s carapace. “You can mind your own damn business.” “Oversensitive,” Leonide said, but she must have been too tired to hide the frustration in her voice. She was quiet for 5.3 seconds, then burst out, “Is someone actually watching entertainment in the feed right now?” Oops, I guess there was a little bleedover, probably from ART-drone’s end. Deadpan, Tarik said, “I always watch entertainment when I fly.” Leonide let out her breath in an exasperated hiss. “Fuck you all.»
