Finding Grif [Closed; Warning for language]

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was on a mission.

More specifically, she was on a mission to find one of her team members. She need to teach him a little lesson in respecting authority. She and Grif had a slight altercation on appropriate ways to refer to her. She was going to correct this in the quickest way possible.

Which Samus thought was with her fists.

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[whyarewehere]

Samus will find Grif on his way out of the mess hall, moving entirely too quickly to be casual.

He sees her, freezes, then tries to be cool about it. Really? He's scared all over the place on the inside. But he manages to pretend everything is fine.

"Oh, uh, hey Samus. Sup?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus seems cool, collected, many things she isn't at the moment. She's thankful she's had years of maintaining discipline or else she may not be able to fight off the strong urge to punch Grif right then and there.

"You used my name," she seems unnaturally calm at the moment.

[whyarewehere]

There is a part of Grif that knows this is a bad move. There is a part of Grif that knows he should not do this. There is a part of Grif that really doubts Samus will tolerate much more out of him.

Unfortunately, the part of Grif that is an asshole is considerably louder.

"What? Do you prefer Sweetcheeks?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

With that, Samus' attempts to be civil flew out the window. Honestly, the woman could be completely unperturbed by things that shake the strongest of men, but put her in the same room with people and she snaps.

And that is exactly what happens. Samus doesn't care about Stacy or violations or teamwork or anything right at this moment. Samus' fist, meet Grif's face.

[whyarewehere]

And Grif crumples to the deck with a grunt, black eye already forming. The force of the blow also threw his neck back, and he's extremely lucky that this is the extent of it. Samus could easily kill him if she wanted to.

"Son of a bitch," he snarls, managing to sit up with one hand over his face. That hurts. That really hurts.

"Fuck you!"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

||Samus. Harming other crew members results in Violations. 15 Violations results in Punishment. This is your only warning.||

Samus didn't care much. She crossed her arms and looked down at Grif.

"I won't hesitate next time."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Goddammit, you beat me to it!" Look, Samus and Grif, you've gained a spectator! Tex gives Samus a nod as her hologram blinks in.

"But good hit. Gonna be feeling that for awhile, Grif."

She sounds entirely too pleased at that fact.

[whyarewehere]

Grif climbs to his feet, scowling and still holding his eye.

"Screw this, I'm going to medical. Bitches." Grif stalks off with a furious expression on his face, muttering darkly. He hopes he can find something to keep the swelling down, and it still hurts like hell.

This isn't over, you two!

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus watches Grif go off. No she is not smug, what are you talking about. With her arms still crossed, she turns to Tex.

"I don't believe we've met."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Freelancer Tex." She inclines her head a little. "You?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Samus Aran." She gives her a nod, "You're... part of the ship?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I'm stuck in with the other AIs. I'm not real eager to call myself part of anything."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

She nods again; that's understandable.

"And you know Grif..."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Not by choice. He's a Red; most of the time I was just taking shots at him."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Red?" Samus raises an eyebrow at Tex.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Red Army and Blue Army. Don't ask me to explain it; I just work for whoever bothers to pay me. But back in Blood Gulch? I was working with the Blues. So he was a moving target."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"Got it," Samus understood; she was a bounty hunter. That's how they operated.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"So yeah, I know him. But mostly? I just know he's a Red, he's an idiot, and he makes a good target." Her posture shifts to a slightly more amused one. "But you already know that."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus smirks juuust slightly and then it's gone.

"I was honestly hoping I wouldn't have to do that so soon," she straightens up a little, more serious. "I'm not happy that I had to do that, but he deserved it."

Okay so she's a little happy.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

That just prompts a shrug from Tex. "Only thing I'm complaining about? The fact that I couldn't do it myself. I'm not enjoying this hologram thing."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Alright, now that prompts a real smirk from Samus.

"Well, if you ever want me to threaten him for you..."

Samus has got you covered.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather just hit him myself, but I need to figure out a way to do that first. Thanks anyway."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

She nods, "No problem."

But if Tex ever changes her mind...

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex glances around for a moment before returning her attention to Samus. "So. This your first time on a flying spleen, or do you feel at home already?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I prefer smaller space crafts, actually. Ones that don't imprison me are nice. You?"

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"I've seen plenty of weird crap, but this is my first time with a meatship."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I think that's the case with most, if not everyone."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"If somebody's been on one before? They need to start talking. Now."