"Give it an hour then come to my room."When he heard those words there was no denying that he was eager to join her. It wasn't like the good Commander found it especially hard to find company, but there was just something about Helga that was...special. Maybe it was because of the bond they shared outside of the physical aspects which multiplied the other aspects. The position of power, of authority. Perhaps it was the knowledge that, even without that authority, she would succumb to him anyways. Hadn't that been the case during her doomed marriage? He was no longer her commander. In the eyes of 'god and man', she had a new person to answer to. And yet, it hadn't stopped him
( ... )
More than once, both before and after her commander had come to the Academy the first time, Thatch had questioned her when she'd mentioned finding a crew. He'd wanted to know why she didn't plan to form a crew, put together a team with herself at its head. And she'd always given him the same response.
I'm a lieutenant, not a commander.
She liked her position as second-in-command. She had her responsibilities, tasks she was supposed to accomplish without having to ask for approval when she acted, but she also had someone to answer to. She liked having someone to give her a sense of direction.
Could she lead?
Yes. She thought so. Especially now. This long at the Academy, without her commander and without the headmaster giving her a reason to respect his authority... She felt much more confident that, if she ever needed to, she could take over an operation. But she still didn't want to
( ... )
Stepping into the room, his eyes did a quick sweep of the room before falling on her. A force of habit from having explored ancient ruins and temples. He'd always scan the room for traps or enemies before focusing on his goal. And right now, his goal was a certain blonde. Stepping into the room, he shut the door behind him, she able to hear the sound of him turning the latch and locking it.
He stepped further into the room at almost a stroll-like pace while casually unbuttoning his jacket, eyes appreciatively roaming up and down Helga's scantily clad form. No, a quick one off in some hidden corner wouldn't do here. They had 'catching up' to do, as she'd said.
"It's good to see that certain things are just as I remember them."
Helga had set up her room here very like her bedroom at Whitmore's. Admidst all his expensive objects, in that museum he called a house, Helga's room had been surprisingly bland. Her bathroom there had been something of a luxury, where her makeup and perfumes could be set out, but she didn't have that here. Instead, they were carefully stored in one side of her desk drawers. The other side contained all the paperwork she needed for the school... as well as a few job leads for when she could leave this place
( ... )
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I'm a lieutenant, not a commander.
She liked her position as second-in-command. She had her responsibilities, tasks she was supposed to accomplish without having to ask for approval when she acted, but she also had someone to answer to. She liked having someone to give her a sense of direction.
Could she lead?
Yes. She thought so. Especially now. This long at the Academy, without her commander and without the headmaster giving her a reason to respect his authority... She felt much more confident that, if she ever needed to, she could take over an operation. But she still didn't want to ( ... )
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He stepped further into the room at almost a stroll-like pace while casually unbuttoning his jacket, eyes appreciatively roaming up and down Helga's scantily clad form. No, a quick one off in some hidden corner wouldn't do here. They had 'catching up' to do, as she'd said.
"It's good to see that certain things are just as I remember them."
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