Freaky sentinel. Creepy guides. They should be locked up. La Forge ducked his head, looking anywhere than at the pair. Proper guides were meek and servile, standing obediently at their sentinels’ sides.
This one didn’t. He paced. He was tall. He was arrogant. He spoke out of turn. He had pointless opinions.
He was taking over. It shouldn’t be allowed.
La Forge looked up from his nasty cup of precinct coffee and glared at the stupid, fucking guide, who was staring right back at him. Arrogant, stupid cocksucker, he didn’t know his place.
The thing leaned back against the wall, and crossed his arms. Guide were sensitive fuckers, even if they were pretending to be real men. He probably had never been in the Pan Navy, guides were liars. It was in their nature. Their sentinels coddled them. If they were little and soft that made sense, but this one was a freak of nature even if he was pretty.
“Jesus,” the guide said.
He was taking the Lord’s name in vain.
The guide pushed off the wall.
“He’s a threat to the operation. He can’t work with me because I’m a guide. I’m mission critical. He leaves or the operation goes down the can.”
The soddin’ guide was pointing at him! He read his mind!
“You’re the most uncomplicated bigot I’ve ever met in my life,” the guide said conversationally. “You just hate.”
“You’re an--”
Pinstripes filled his vison. La Forge looked up at the tiny little Sentinel puffing out his chest. La Forge stood, expecting his height to intimidate the Sentinel. Why was he laughing?
“I didn’t think that people like you actually existed,” the sentinel said. “How the fuck do you pass your yearly psych-evals? You do not want to cross me, La Forge.”
“La Forge.” His captain shook his head. “Go back to your desk. The Croupler case isn’t going anywhere.”
“Captain,” La Forge protested. This wasn’t fair; he had worked hard to get on this taskforce. The captain said it himself: the Croupler case was a dead end -- he was being benched. He hadn’t done anything. That creepy-assed guide read his mind. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t have to, La Forge.” Captain Tanaka ran his hand over his jaw. “I saw your face.”
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Date: 2017-09-21 06:47 am (UTC)Freaky sentinel. Creepy guides. They should be locked up. La Forge ducked his head, looking anywhere than at the pair. Proper guides were meek and servile, standing obediently at their sentinels’ sides.
This one didn’t. He paced. He was tall. He was arrogant. He spoke out of turn. He had pointless opinions.
He was taking over. It shouldn’t be allowed.
La Forge looked up from his nasty cup of precinct coffee and glared at the stupid, fucking guide, who was staring right back at him. Arrogant, stupid cocksucker, he didn’t know his place.
The thing leaned back against the wall, and crossed his arms. Guide were sensitive fuckers, even if they were pretending to be real men. He probably had never been in the Pan Navy, guides were liars. It was in their nature. Their sentinels coddled them. If they were little and soft that made sense, but this one was a freak of nature even if he was pretty.
“Jesus,” the guide said.
He was taking the Lord’s name in vain.
The guide pushed off the wall.
“He’s a threat to the operation. He can’t work with me because I’m a guide. I’m mission critical. He leaves or the operation goes down the can.”
The soddin’ guide was pointing at him! He read his mind!
“You’re the most uncomplicated bigot I’ve ever met in my life,” the guide said conversationally. “You just hate.”
“You’re an--”
Pinstripes filled his vison. La Forge looked up at the tiny little Sentinel puffing out his chest. La Forge stood, expecting his height to intimidate the Sentinel. Why was he laughing?
“I didn’t think that people like you actually existed,” the sentinel said. “How the fuck do you pass your yearly psych-evals? You do not want to cross me, La Forge.”
“La Forge.” His captain shook his head. “Go back to your desk. The Croupler case isn’t going anywhere.”
“Captain,” La Forge protested. This wasn’t fair; he had worked hard to get on this taskforce. The captain said it himself: the Croupler case was a dead end -- he was being benched. He hadn’t done anything. That creepy-assed guide read his mind. “I didn’t say anything!”
“You didn’t have to, La Forge.” Captain Tanaka ran his hand over his jaw. “I saw your face.”
Swearing under his breath, La Forge left.
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