“Well, I guess this is as close to a meeting as we will get,” I start.
Master Wolte smiles and nods, “Go on, Lieutenant.”
“Um, so what do we do now?”
My question hangs for a few moments.
“Elect a leader,” Lisa says finally.
“Shouldn't we just go by rank?” Anne asks.
“No.” Fatima's bluntness is abrupt and rather unexpected. “I would be senior, but I neither want nor deserve to lead.”
Anne looks hurt by this revelation, but her expression changes fairly quickly to acceptance and she nods and says nothing.
Fatima continues, “We should elect. But first we need to know who our options are.” She looks around the group of us. “Ensign Marks? Are you interested in leading?”
He looks at us, each in turn. It seems obvious that he is undecided. Finally, “well, I’m a navigator. I was trained on New Avalon, but by a mercenary unit and not the AFFS Navy. In space I know what I’m doing, but...” here he looks rather behind him at the battered hull of our dropship, “that doesn't quite seem likely soon. Never even wanted to drive one of those,” he points at our Ravens. With a shrug he finishes, “I can if need be but I would think there would be better.”
Fatima looks at Master Wolte and he answers the unspoken question, “no, I don't want to lead beyond the ground crew. I do, however have a nomination...” surprisingly, he looks at me and continues, “Lieutenant O'Brian.”
“What?!” I sputter.
“Hear me out. You are one of our two pilots and a pilot should lead. You know you aren't good enough to think you can do it all on your own and need the whole team... we all need it. But you have also shown glimpses of leadership from the day I brought you on board. Granted, you need an alarm clock sewn into your shirt, but I vote for you.”
I'm stunned. All the more so by what comes next.
“Yes,” Lt, Al-Zafirah says quietly. “He will need guidance, but he learns very quickly and as long as pride does not get in his way, he will do. I believe we need a pilot to lead and as I have never been a true member of the GZR... for now, that leaves him. I do think that as an elected leader, we should also reserve the right to vote at some later point to see if we wish to retain him in that role.”
“Wait...” I start.
Sonya interrupts, “yeah, I can see it, too. I vote for the Lieutenant.”
“But I don't want...”
Anne says, “All in favor?”
Six voices say, “Aye.”
My silence is the exception. How did that happen? I'm so stunned by this that while they are all looking at me, I can't bring myself to say anything but, “are you sure? I mean, ME?!”
Not sure what I said that was funny, but there are smiles and chuckles all around... all the while, everyone is nodding.
“But I have no idea what to do.”
“Start with an inventory, Lieutenant,” Sonya says with a practicality that I envy at least a little.
Master Wolte nods in agreement.
While I figure they will change their minds shortly, I decide to go along with this advice, “Ok, what do we have that is usable or salvageable?”
“We need to do a good inventory in the morning,” Master Wolte starts, “but I believe we might actually have an additional 'Mech almost at combat ready.”
“How?” I ask.
“The Black Knight was in it's jaws in the rebuild unit. That unit is reinforced to keep accidental explosions inside from doing much damage outside... I couldn't be sure when I peeped in earlier, but it looked to me like it might still be intact, or at least mostly so.”
“Well, if it is, then with Lieutenant Al-Zafira as our best pilot, she should get it.”
“No!” Fatima nearly shouts in defiance.
“Who else is there?”
“You.”
“Not a chance, and you know it.”
“He's right, Lt. Al-Zafirah.” It is Anne's suddenly quiet voice that cuts though the circle as if she had screamed it.
“If I have to lead, why can't I say the best pilot gets the best 'Mech?”
Now there are five heads nodding in agreement with me and only Fatima disagrees.
“The Raven is mine. It is not GZR property. I will pilot my own 'Mech.”
“Well, then I guess we leave that behind, what next Master...”
“No!” Ensign Marks is now frustrated. “He's right, the best has to work in the best for all our survival. If you are with us, you need to accept this until we have other options.”
I think of something, “Well, if we can get the Black Knight running to your satisfaction, how about we trade it to you along with some amount of c-bills for your 3L?”
“No, Lieutenant,” Sonya says clearly, “the BK is worth more.”
Fatima looks at her coolly, “and the newer 3L with the Guardian and Beagle is much rarer.” She looks back at me, “go on, I am listening.”
“Well, if we are the Green Zone Riders now and I am the 'leader' then I can handle our accounts and resources as I think best serves the unit, with input from others, correct?”
There seems to be general agreement around the group.
“We may not be able to access the c-bill accounts,” Lt. Marks says thoughtfully.
“What about pick of the best weapons from the salvage to get it into the best form?”
“Twenty percent of future salvage value and profits.”
Master Wolte and Sonya both look at me and shake their heads “no.”
Before I can reply, Fatima corrects herself, “Fifteen.”
“What was your old deal with Colonel Greer?” My query seems simple enough, but Hanse nods in obvious approval.
“We are not talking about what was. We are here now and you want my 'Mech.”
“No, I want you in the best 'Mech because you can shoot a heck of a lot better than I can.”
“Admit that you covet the 3L.”
Do I? It doesn't set my heart racing like things I have been told I coveted before did.
“No, Ma'am. It might be nice to learn, but I don't see me doing what granda called 'coverting'... well if I remember his definition correctly.”
She looks at me carefully. “No, I guess you don't, do you? Then I would settle for ten percent of the salvage value or fifteen of the profits.”
It seems I remember granda telling me about ways to seem reasonable while getting an increasingly good deal down the road. “Never pass up trading a set high value today for a seemingly insignificant percentage tomorrow... when clear expectation of success just makes that amount so much bigger.”
“All the salvage value of what we can take with us and one percent above your normal salvage and c-bill shares for as long as we have seven members, to be adjusted proportionally if/when we add personnel.”
“You sound like a dealer in a Baghdad bazaar.” She smiles, nevertheless, “done and done... presuming I am satisfied with it.”
“I will crew it for you, Lieutenant,” Master Wolte says, “so you will have no need to expect less.”
“But...” Anne suddenly recognizes that she will be stuck with me... I think.
“You know the 3L, you should continue on it,” Hanse says to her.
She looks over at me, her face rather impassive. She appears to think about it, nods just a little, and looks down at her hands. Now she looks back up at Master Wolte and quietly accepts, “as you wish, Master Wolte.”
“I could let you work on the 2X if you don't want to have to work with me,” I offer.
Her face scrunches for a moment like she is confused, “No, not that at all. I just like working with Fatima... er... Lieutenant Al-Zafirah.”
Fatima smiles at this intimation.
“What about your other 'Mech?” Ensign Marks wonders aloud.
“I thought we might give another aspiring pilot a chance to learn it.”
Sonya and Anne both look up at me... the former with an eager fire in her eyes and the latter with what seems apprehension.
As if to leave no wisp of doubt, Sonya loudly and boldly says, “Pick ME!”
Edited by cmopatrick, 28 January 2013 - 07:44 PM.