Rough Landing! (Open) Dec 7, 2016 13:08:59 GMT
Post by Shemha on Dec 7, 2016 13:08:59 GMT
According to Gitar’s words, General Mayze was responsible for saving the lives of a number of Namekian’s. Although unsure what event was being referenced, she could respect the act. Mentally she made a note to inquire later, perhaps ask Habana about the past relations between Namek and the Empire. The more she was able to learn about the bonds between them, the more she could support continue growth.
Strangely enough the General offered no response to the announcement of her loyalty. He wasn’t obligated to do so, but she expected at least some sort of verbal reaction or acknowledgement. Instead he just held his ground, eyes fixed on her. After a moment she realized that they were not fixed on her, but an object behind her. Slowly her brow arched to show her confusion. Intent on turning to see what it was that caught his attention, she was about to perform the action when a firm hand slapped her backside.
With the others silent, Gitar a tad too slow to intercept the strike, the connection of Hunter’s hand and her rump was audible. Shemha jumped slightly upon contact, not because it hurt but because she didn’t expect it. Who would?
Now normally Shemha took little offense from almost any action, even one performed against her. With nearly two decades of her life spent as a servant to her former master, Ront, her path crossed countless individuals with less than savory intentions. To his credit the human never allowed her to be degraded by others nor did he mistreat her, but that was not to say others had not made the attempt. Always one to roll with the punches, this was a little different. Across from her stood one of her superiors and such treatment right in front of him was unacceptable, not to mention how disrespectful it was in general.
Her jaw visible clenched as her head pivoted to regard the green haired male, those dark eyes of hers narrowed. Far to controlled to strike at him physically, her tongue is what would lash out.
”I am unsure who you think you are or what privileges you might have, but you are not to touch me like that again. This is your one warning.” Shemha cautioned. Usually a rather blunt woman, there was a slight edge to her simple statement; one that Hunter would be wise not to test. On many levels she was easy going, but she would not allow herself to look like a fool in front of others for the sake of one man’s desires.
The Majin’s glare then shifted to Marcel where it lingered for a moment before her focused returned to Mayze. Her friend received the look simply for his association with the other male, he might be wise to try and help his friend from making potentially fatal mistakes. Should he try the same thing on say…Habana, there was a real chance it might be a fatal decision.
”Please forgive my tone, General. I can vouch for Marcel, but I know nothing of that one.”
Shemha wanted to convey that such harsh words or being involved in actions like that, were not what defined her. She carried herself as a lady and loyal soldier, rarely put up against scenarios like that these days. Hopefully Hunter’s action did not reflect poorly on her as well.