They told us she got transferred. She come to you in person, telling you she was swapping ships? All I know is one day she was in the rover with me, and the next she was totally AWOL. Do you really think we can take everything they say at face value, Green?
[He doesn't even address the punishment itself. He's too locked in on this tirade, too tired of seeing this guy try to shrug it all off, pretend it's hunky dory and he can turn a blind eye to anything remotely amiss, pretend like the world wasn't going down in flames around their ears.
He'd never so much as made a peep about what happened with Peter after he came back. Peter's no psychologist but he knows how crap that's gonna turn out. It's a habit that Green needs to break, and the sooner the better.]
Maybe you're new to this. That's fine. But the fact of the matter was that on that list of like twenty transfers, there were also six people they left dead. They showed us that video of them ripping apart the robot guy to prove a goddamn point. This is how companies — this is how bigwigs get away with all the shady things they do. They have all the information in a stranglehold. If someone says something they don't like, they have the men and the means to find out about it. And they more than have the power to make those problems disappear.
And if you're going to be finding your name on a list of problems, Green, you better start getting worried about it. Because they have our whole lives and our homeworlds in a fucking chokehold, and you better believe they will not let go until you've given them double what they've asked for.
[Furious, his breath has turned manic with the power of the tirade. Because he'd had to spell it out before, and nobody ever seemed to get it. Mary Jane kept on running headlong into danger over him.
And if Green wasn't going to keep his dumb freaking head down, and take this seriously, or even at least acknowledge it? Then he'd snap at him as many times as it took.
The power in him deflates. His lips are locked tight, and he glares at Green for a fraction of a second longer. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away.
What a waste of time.
Then the light from his cuff blinks out. Peter pauses, raising it high and flicking it the inert metal.]
no subject
[He doesn't even address the punishment itself. He's too locked in on this tirade, too tired of seeing this guy try to shrug it all off, pretend it's hunky dory and he can turn a blind eye to anything remotely amiss, pretend like the world wasn't going down in flames around their ears.
He'd never so much as made a peep about what happened with Peter after he came back. Peter's no psychologist but he knows how crap that's gonna turn out. It's a habit that Green needs to break, and the sooner the better.]
Maybe you're new to this. That's fine. But the fact of the matter was that on that list of like twenty transfers, there were also six people they left dead. They showed us that video of them ripping apart the robot guy to prove a goddamn point. This is how companies — this is how bigwigs get away with all the shady things they do. They have all the information in a stranglehold. If someone says something they don't like, they have the men and the means to find out about it. And they more than have the power to make those problems disappear.
And if you're going to be finding your name on a list of problems, Green, you better start getting worried about it. Because they have our whole lives and our homeworlds in a fucking chokehold, and you better believe they will not let go until you've given them double what they've asked for.
[Furious, his breath has turned manic with the power of the tirade. Because he'd had to spell it out before, and nobody ever seemed to get it. Mary Jane kept on running headlong into danger over him.
And if Green wasn't going to keep his dumb freaking head down, and take this seriously, or even at least acknowledge it? Then he'd snap at him as many times as it took.
The power in him deflates. His lips are locked tight, and he glares at Green for a fraction of a second longer. Then he turns on his heel and stalks away.
What a waste of time.
Then the light from his cuff blinks out. Peter pauses, raising it high and flicking it the inert metal.]