"You were to bring the woman," hisses Galen, eyes widening slightly at this unexpected sight.
"Really? You just said 'your bodyguard'," says Miles. "But you said two, and we are two. All the interested parties are gathered. Now what?"
"The stand-off remains. If you're both stunned you lose; if we're both stunned you lose anyway."
"What would you suggest?" inquires Miles.
"I propose we all lay our weapons in the center of the deck. Then we can talk without distraction."
From which Miles deduces that Galen has a concealed weapon too. "An interesting proposition," he says. "Who puts his down last?"
Galen frowns, in equal parts deep thought and deep displeasure.
"I too would like to talk without distraction," says Miles. "I propose this schedule. I'll lay mine down first. Then M—then the clone. Then yourself. Then Captain Galeni."
"What guarantee—?" Galen cuts himself off, looking at his son, unvoiced tensions weighing the air between them like some deadly invisible poison cloud.
"He'll give you his word," Miles says smoothly, and looks to Galeni to confirm; the captain nods once.
"All right," says Galen, after a long moment of inward reflection.
Miles steps forward, making no sudden movements, and kneels down to lay his stunner in the center of the deck.
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Date: 2014-09-10 06:49 pm (UTC)"Really? You just said 'your bodyguard'," says Miles. "But you said two, and we are two. All the interested parties are gathered. Now what?"
"The stand-off remains. If you're both stunned you lose; if we're both stunned you lose anyway."
"What would you suggest?" inquires Miles.
"I propose we all lay our weapons in the center of the deck. Then we can talk without distraction."
From which Miles deduces that Galen has a concealed weapon too. "An interesting proposition," he says. "Who puts his down last?"
Galen frowns, in equal parts deep thought and deep displeasure.
"I too would like to talk without distraction," says Miles. "I propose this schedule. I'll lay mine down first. Then M—then the clone. Then yourself. Then Captain Galeni."
"What guarantee—?" Galen cuts himself off, looking at his son, unvoiced tensions weighing the air between them like some deadly invisible poison cloud.
"He'll give you his word," Miles says smoothly, and looks to Galeni to confirm; the captain nods once.
"All right," says Galen, after a long moment of inward reflection.
Miles steps forward, making no sudden movements, and kneels down to lay his stunner in the center of the deck.