Offering... maybe. Entertaining the possibility would be closer. In part, Rinzler's just curious to see if the malware actually has a point behind its taunts.
The query that comes isn't what Rinzler expected, but it's nothing he minds answering. Insinuations or not. He doesn't feel any need to acknowledge that record—or to admit he's been in and out of the hold twice already for local fights. (And had plenty more that weren't interfered with.)
Transporter Technician.
Hear the smoother ticking of that purr? Rinzler's smug is right back where it started.
In charge of local flightcraft.
In charge might be overstating it a little—the ship policy is to allow anyone capable to make use of the transporters. But Rinzler's the senior operator. And better yet, he has his own batons back. Anything's better than idling, but the captains seem to have worked a minor miracle: finding a local function for Rinzler that the program actually enjoys.
The helmet tilts a little to the side, unspoken return query. What's the malware supposed to be doing?
no subject
The query that comes isn't what Rinzler expected, but it's nothing he minds answering. Insinuations or not. He doesn't feel any need to acknowledge that record—or to admit he's been in and out of the hold twice already for local fights. (And had plenty more that weren't interfered with.)
Transporter Technician.
Hear the smoother ticking of that purr? Rinzler's smug is right back where it started.
In charge of local flightcraft.
In charge might be overstating it a little—the ship policy is to allow anyone capable to make use of the transporters. But Rinzler's the senior operator. And better yet, he has his own batons back. Anything's better than idling, but the captains seem to have worked a minor miracle: finding a local function for Rinzler that the program actually enjoys.
The helmet tilts a little to the side, unspoken return query. What's the malware supposed to be doing?