"Seamus Zelanzy Harper. Chief engineer of the Andromeda Ascendant and the Eureka Maru, proudly from Earth." His hand didn't move from the pistol but he didn't do anything either. After 'accidentally' knocking out the chief security officer with his own force lance he didn't think it was wise. But this Uber didn't need to know that. Harper didn't want to end up in the brig and even less with Dylan shouting at him. Again.
"This is some sort of Nietzschean genetic thing, right I get it. I do. I'm a genius." Harper smirked. "So of course I do. You don't. Huh. That's..." Harper finally moved his hand away from the pistol. It was hard to keep it there when he started talking, bordering on ranting even, he talked with his hands more. "You Über's," He pointed at Gaheris, "Go on all the time about 'when Drago Museveni returns... blah blah blah.' Because you think you're all so special and it's just about genetics. Thinking you're better than us kludges. But you're not, without humans there wouldn't be Nietzscheans." He mutters more under his breath about Earth and the Drago-Kazov pride. For a few moments he was lost to how own world before looking back to Gaheris.
"Telemachus Rhade, he's the other one. You can't be him because you're in uniform." That ridiculousness like Dylan always seemed to wear. Too smart. And stuffy. Not suitable for crawling about in the ducts and access points to fix everything. Nothing like Harper would wear out of choice. Thankfully Dylan didn't even seem to consider making them wear it when they'd signed up for the crazy mission.
Sometimes you just want to say Harper shut up. He didn't.
"This is some sort of Nietzschean genetic thing, right I get it. I do. I'm a genius." Harper smirked. "So of course I do. You don't. Huh. That's..." Harper finally moved his hand away from the pistol. It was hard to keep it there when he started talking, bordering on ranting even, he talked with his hands more. "You Über's," He pointed at Gaheris, "Go on all the time about 'when Drago Museveni returns... blah blah blah.' Because you think you're all so special and it's just about genetics. Thinking you're better than us kludges. But you're not, without humans there wouldn't be Nietzscheans." He mutters more under his breath about Earth and the Drago-Kazov pride. For a few moments he was lost to how own world before looking back to Gaheris.
"Telemachus Rhade, he's the other one. You can't be him because you're in uniform." That ridiculousness like Dylan always seemed to wear. Too smart. And stuffy. Not suitable for crawling about in the ducts and access points to fix everything. Nothing like Harper would wear out of choice. Thankfully Dylan didn't even seem to consider making them wear it when they'd signed up for the crazy mission.