Post by brutus on Jan 20, 2020 16:56:22 GMT
[ Dr. Xander Minos, LT. | Holding Cells | Hestia Mining Colony | Asteroid Vesta] Attn: multificionado
Down and down they went, or so it felt to Xander. He'd been down this path before, many a time, and truthfully he should not have been surprised to be walking it once more. His sister had always been the trouble maker, the rabble rouser. The one to end up behind bars for a night. Never serious enough to end up in jail for long, or shipped off colony and to the penal asteroids deeper in the Belt, or even back to Earth for longer term incarceration. But constantly in trouble, acting out and not caring about repercussions. Somehow, Xander had hoped the war would have tempered Petra. Instead, it seemed to have only furthered her delinquency.
He'd shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his leather coat, hiking the collar up around his neck. It wasn't that things were actually colder the further you went. It just felt that way, the specter of his childhood looming over his shoulder. The voices of the dead and the past chilled him even as his sisters actions aggravated in turn. Thus Xander fell into a silence for most of the trip. Even now he remained silent at first, watching as Commander Saugn faced off against the jailer. He felt a ghost of a smile tug at his lips, but that was it, as he drew his shoulders inward and slumped.
Apparently this time Petra had really stepped in it. A year at least, would be a new record for his sister. Xander was slightly impressed, though only a little bit. He looked around, wondering where his father was. Surely they'd have contacted the old man by now, but there was no sign of him. Probably thinks he'll be better off if they do lock her up. Xander couldn't decide which person that thought would offend more, his father, or Petra. Surprise flashed across his brow at the way the other man acquiesced to the Discovery's commander, but then Xander wouldn't have wanted to keep Petra under lock and key for a year, so why should the local constable?
Chortling now, Xander followed along to the cell, looking at the mess that was his sister. Despite himself, the doctor let out a low whistle. "Not her usual poison of choice," he noted dryly. It was the first words he'd spoke since they'd come down to the secure wing of the colony. Perhaps against his better wishes, there was a note of familial fondness in them all the same, even if they were as dry as a gulch in Vulcan's Forge. Unlike his commander, Xander didn't bother to try and psycho analyze just what was going on that made his sister get plastered.
Petra was Petra and nothing would ever change that.
Sliding his hands out of his pockets, Xander walked around past Commander Saugn and looked at the jailer. "I'll do it. Just open the cell," he muttered. He waited for the man to do so, and then strode in, roughly kicking his sister in the ass, from where she lay on her side, bottles strewn about. "Rise and shine, sister mine." he taunted, taking a bit of pleasure in the moment.
As he'd expected, this resulted in a violent start from the petite woman, who let out a muffled yelp and rolled all the way onto her back, blinking up at Xander, whom now loomed over her. "Gamóto!" she spat back at the taller man, who had his hands behind his back now, toeing Petra in the side with his boot again.
"Still rude as ever I see. Speak English. Our guest here doesn't know Greek. If you're going to insult us, make sure everyone can understand it."
Down and down they went, or so it felt to Xander. He'd been down this path before, many a time, and truthfully he should not have been surprised to be walking it once more. His sister had always been the trouble maker, the rabble rouser. The one to end up behind bars for a night. Never serious enough to end up in jail for long, or shipped off colony and to the penal asteroids deeper in the Belt, or even back to Earth for longer term incarceration. But constantly in trouble, acting out and not caring about repercussions. Somehow, Xander had hoped the war would have tempered Petra. Instead, it seemed to have only furthered her delinquency.
He'd shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his leather coat, hiking the collar up around his neck. It wasn't that things were actually colder the further you went. It just felt that way, the specter of his childhood looming over his shoulder. The voices of the dead and the past chilled him even as his sisters actions aggravated in turn. Thus Xander fell into a silence for most of the trip. Even now he remained silent at first, watching as Commander Saugn faced off against the jailer. He felt a ghost of a smile tug at his lips, but that was it, as he drew his shoulders inward and slumped.
Apparently this time Petra had really stepped in it. A year at least, would be a new record for his sister. Xander was slightly impressed, though only a little bit. He looked around, wondering where his father was. Surely they'd have contacted the old man by now, but there was no sign of him. Probably thinks he'll be better off if they do lock her up. Xander couldn't decide which person that thought would offend more, his father, or Petra. Surprise flashed across his brow at the way the other man acquiesced to the Discovery's commander, but then Xander wouldn't have wanted to keep Petra under lock and key for a year, so why should the local constable?
Chortling now, Xander followed along to the cell, looking at the mess that was his sister. Despite himself, the doctor let out a low whistle. "Not her usual poison of choice," he noted dryly. It was the first words he'd spoke since they'd come down to the secure wing of the colony. Perhaps against his better wishes, there was a note of familial fondness in them all the same, even if they were as dry as a gulch in Vulcan's Forge. Unlike his commander, Xander didn't bother to try and psycho analyze just what was going on that made his sister get plastered.
Petra was Petra and nothing would ever change that.
Sliding his hands out of his pockets, Xander walked around past Commander Saugn and looked at the jailer. "I'll do it. Just open the cell," he muttered. He waited for the man to do so, and then strode in, roughly kicking his sister in the ass, from where she lay on her side, bottles strewn about. "Rise and shine, sister mine." he taunted, taking a bit of pleasure in the moment.
As he'd expected, this resulted in a violent start from the petite woman, who let out a muffled yelp and rolled all the way onto her back, blinking up at Xander, whom now loomed over her. "Gamóto!" she spat back at the taller man, who had his hands behind his back now, toeing Petra in the side with his boot again.
"Still rude as ever I see. Speak English. Our guest here doesn't know Greek. If you're going to insult us, make sure everyone can understand it."
