[video]

[mismanagement]

[The video shows Maketh and Henry sitting next to each other. Maketh’s uniform has been ironed half to death, all of the angles sharp enough to cut, and she quite possibly has never looked so professional in her life.]

Hello, Hadriel. Many of you have been patrolling and protecting the city on your own. It’s time to make that official. We have taken one of the unoccupied buildings to serve as a headquarters and would invite anyone and everyone who wishes to help to come and sign up. We are going to start patrolling on a schedule, with regular reports and check-ins. It appears that we’re going to be stuck here for a while, so we ought to do this right.

We are also looking for anyone willing to teach self-defense to the civilians. Speak to myself or Henry Percy if you are interested.

[Henry wears full plate armour, of late fourteenth century craftsmanship. There is assurance in his posture throughout Maketh's address. He speaks only after she has said all that needs to be said.]

The strength of any community is bestowed in part by its unity. To that end, we aim to make a worthy contribution. Soon those who seek assistance may easily avail themselves of ours.

[Attached to the message is a map, with the location guard headquarters marked.]

Comments

[firstorders]

Only because I am sure she has regaled all of you with tales of how I am terrible man. Yet she knows nothing of me and where I come from but instead is operating on information almost three decades old. I've tried to be civil with that woman but she has made it completely impossible.

[This must be the co-commander she had been talking about. The antiquated armor certainly bespoke of that.]

You needn't bother, I will happily keep my expertise to myself. I have no interest in helping people who would judge me a villain without any proof or due process. I wish you and yours the best of luck at not dying because you will need it.

[hotspurred]

As you have adjudged us milksops?

[He barks a scornful laugh.]

I question your judgement because you answered our call to arms with disparaging provocations thinly disguised as false charity. Heard you not our desire for unity? Nor can you apparently perceive experience that differs to yours.

[firstorders]

[He didn't understand half of what this backwards idiot was saying. What the kriff was a milksops? Something contemptible, if he were to hazard a guess.]

And you do not understand the whole of things that have transpired between Ms. Tua and I. Somehow I doubt she told you about how she ambushed me with a firearm when I came here and threatened to blow my head off. Still, there is no excusing bad behavior on my part or for taking a private discussion onto a public forum. Still, I fear all of this is a moot point and I reascend my offer to help since it is apparently Ms. Tua and I cannot work together due to her disagreement with me. Nor do I feel like fighting with you or anyone else so if you will excuse me, I will bid you a good day, sir.

[That prissy accent and cuttingly polite tone of voice didn't betray a hint of the true anger that simmering under the surface. Ren or someone who was more intimately familiar might have been able to read the disgruntlement veiled by his stiff formality.]

[hotspurred]

Go, then.

[Henry is not one to shy from a fight, but for now he does not force one. He has the repute of guard to think of, in this instance. Still, while he lets Hux retreat, Henry issues a parting warning in his sharp voice, accompanied by an unyielding gaze.]

But take care whose honour you assail.