"I'm an assassin, I haven't been a soldier in a long time, Ray," Niles said with a gruff tone but calm tone.
He stood before the hologram of an elder man dressed in an admiral's garments, which was projected in the center of a long metal table. The room itself felt bare; nothing covered the metal walls of the 'tin box' as Niles referred to, except a screen to the right the projected the cock pit. This is where the captain often spent his time, talking to superiors, officials, and occasionally the council, so the display usually remained there. The only other thing occupying the room stood over six foot, clad in simple red leather jacket, white t-shirt, and worn jeans. He turned away as he ran his hand through his thigh brown hair, then let his arms slump to his side and rolled his neck.
"You will address me properly, boy," The man growled, showing his ragged teeth, "You never were a soldier, you're a tool, and you'll do as a command."
"Mph," Niles shook his head, "I can't do this by myself," he said as he turned back.
"You're not a stupid as you look, Mason."
"Something tells me a commando squad is not on the list," Niles crossed his arms and squinted his eyes as he did when he became annoyed.
"That would be a perfect waist of real soldiers. I just need someone dumb enough to do it."
"No, working with others is back enough, but you want me take down a system of unknown size and strength with some people you scrape together. That breaks every basic code of covert ops. We work quick, quiet, and alone. Period."
"That's when there's one target. Get a team. Get a ship. Get a haircut. Marnner, out."
Niles let out a sigh, and slammed his fist on the table, sending steams of light across his skin that worked their way to his eyes, which lit up then faded away. A deep dent was left.
"You know I'm going to have to fix that," a man's voice came from behind.
Niles turned, "Sorry, commander." The man had a worn face, and a round well trimmed silver beard, with a strip of dark grey at his temple.
"Take it easy on Marnner, his wife was killed for being a Synth. It's not easy talking to one," he put a hand on Niles' shoulder.
"Doesn't give him the right to act unprofessionally," He replied keeping his voice steady.
"You're not a prime example of that yourself," the man smiled and patted Niles' back as he kept walking around the table. "Don't worry, if anyone can do this you can."
"You're not coming along are you?"
"No, I'm old. It's time I find a quiet place to settle," the commander stopped and faced Niles, placing his hands behind his back.
"I'm a killer, not a leader," Niles tone became more stained as he got more serious.
"I see a leader in you, Niles," he then turned to exit the room," have some faith in yourself. You're meant for more than blood," with that he exited.