'Someone should take care of that wound, letting my own people to bleed out is not my intention.' Admiral notices hand. 'Finaly to meet you in person Patterson, I am Golanski as you know me.' He aproaches barman and asks for medical kit.
'Better to cry out those events and oppose what world throws at you than be slave of the fate and accept it.' Golanski slowly removes wire and disinfects wound. 'I believe fate exists. Path of the weak minded who have minimal control of their own life.' He takes a bandage and slowly dress wound. 'Remember the fallen but do not live in past. Fight for what you believe in and remember that moving on and surviving is best tribute you can give to them.' As he's done. 'Well, do not remove it now unless to replace dressing. Will hurt but that's the only way.'
"nice to meet you too,admiral" <jim replied as he watched him Dress Aeiltas wound turning to her> "you did your best,you got ambushed if you were talking about the attack on you earlier involving the hunter scout i asked you to deal with,i if i had known there true force i would of came with you dont beat yourself up over it"
<he took a swig from his freshly poured whisky glass still marking down crew for his cruiser posting>
He turns to Patterson 'Sometimes, you have to make hard decisions. Whether people die or live depends on what we decide, fully aware of consequences or sometimes not. I was choosen because they trust me that I will do what is neccesary. In this war losses are often neccesary to avoid bigger bloodshed. I accept burden of leadership and memory of dead. And I have no 'family' other than Order. That's why I intend on training my people how to survive.'
" true,very true,some people arnt made for that center seat,hell im an infantryman through and through but wars are won in space so i fly in space"
<he placed his hand on Aeilta's shoulder> "your crew trusts you you were put in that chair because you can lead,trust your gut never second guess yourself and do not be so afraid as to e crippled,fear is a friend it keeps us alive, ive fought in the liberty marines for 8 years of my life, I have done things and seen things nobody should"
<he paused letting it sink in> if your strong others around you wil lbe strong,sure ive lost people and ive learned from those mistakes,your crew wouldent be your crew if they werent willing to die to try to protect one another mourn them but do not let there memory fade"
[what appears to be a lancer walks into the Lounge, she looks around the room then walks a far corner and leans her back against the wall, she does not speak, nor does she look at any of the people in the room]
[[she has a number of weapons lining up and down her body, noding at those that look at her]]
[[[she looks out of place among the Order pilot/captains, she does not even ware the clothing of Order]]]
'Fear. I've faced all of my fears already. Better this way, being object of fear for weaker of your enemies.' Golanski notices new visitor. They crossed sights but his eyes did not resembled any emotion. He gave a signal to guards to stay vigiliant. 'They call me Golanski, and you newcomer?'
[[the person looks at hims, she quickly take out the dagger and slams it into a table, the lable "Lilly - Knight", now getting more attion, she takes two most daggers out and holds them in a combat ready stand. she dashs from the room, leaving the dagger stuck in the table, while running out she throws dagger at the Admiral and one at Aeilta]]