[Orcaid123]

In the Goldbane: William sits on his command chair, sighs at the thought of more waiting. Thinking if he wants to do a speech before going into battle, but he litrally sucks at giving speeches. He then decided to go over to the First mate, getting to know him abit. William: Hello, first mate. What you're doing? First mate salutes at William as he sits on his chair, he then says First mate: Nothing much, sir. Just doing some checks on the systems, we don't want any system failures during the battle, if there's gonna be a battle. First mate laughs quietly, but then get's more serious as he remembers, it's the captain he's talking to. William: That's excellent thinking, First mate. Tell me, how good are you with weapon, exactly? I've never seen you in the shooting yard. First mate scratches his back head, saying First mate: Uhm, yes... I weren't the best one with guns exactly during school. I miss shot one of the windows at the academy, giving me detention for a week. *laughs abit louder now* William laughs aswell, but more quietly. He then rubs his beard, as he looks into space as he replies to the First mate. William: Understandable. I weren't the best either at school with guns, well except the magnum. I would litrally shoot their points away from them *chuckles* There's a long and silent awkward moment in the conversation. William then says William: So, what do you think about the Trust? First mate: I would call them bastards. If there's something every race or faction needs now, then it's peace. But these Trust people just seems to make more conflict. William: I couldn't agree more, First mate. What's your name even? Never got it with me. First mate: It's Garry, sir. William: Garry.. Good, I'm tired of calling you "First mate" all the time. William chuckles abit. William: Well, return to work, Garry. Garry: Yes, sir. Garry nods at him, as he returns to job. William returns to sit on the command chair, staring out at space.