Snippet #1026410

Michael was very well aware of who Jarvis was now and understood him well enough to know that seeing the captain would infuriate him. So as he heard him approach he glanced casually over his shoulder to see him reach for his weapon, but as his face gave away he clearly didn’t have it on hi. Michael smiled and said without turning about, “Mr. Lagan, there is no need to be so threatened.” He said warmly as he stepped back and let the two have full view of one another with him in the middle and off to one side. “May I introduce, Captain Arthur Wainwright of the Federations Ship Valkyrie, Captain this is Mr. Jarvis Lagan a Psycho-Frame pilot of the Jupitris Coalition.”

He knew this wouldn’t alleviate their unease, and he doubted much would but he was never one to not give it a shot, after all he had tried to turn Jarvis to his side (whether Jarvis had realized it yet) and he may try a more direct approach still. “There is no need to seem so concerned Mr. Lagan, as I have said I and my company are neutral in all of this, did you not remember that? Captain Wainwright is only here to pick up a piece of technology that we have developed for his superiors. And in the process I figured I may as well give a hard working soldier a break from the battle field. It’s the same reason I brought you here along with Evangeline.” He knew that this would do little at help as well, and wasn’t certain if his slightly sterner tone would piss Jarvis off. Still, he had one more thing to do. “Besides Mr. Lagan, without your weapons what can you do to him? Oh but that reminds me.”

He reached around to the small of his back faster than a man of his age should be able to and drew from it a fully loaded Magnum Revolver and took aim at the Captain, his finger on the trigger and the hammer pulled back, it was ready to fire. His aim was right at the man’s shoulder, clearly he didn’t want to kill him if he could avoid it. “You’re weapons please Captain, I can’t let my other guest go defenseless and you armed. You as well Mr. Hulter.” He said with an indication to his other hand, which was at his stomach and held a semi-automatic pistol again aimed at the other man's shoulder, but not as well aimed as he was going to shoot that from the hip if necessary. His face didn’t change, but if any of them could see his eyes, and were experienced enough to notice, they would see a gleam in them like a shadow. Gone was the persona of the business man, at this moment he seemed to be the “Seraphim” and his old training as a soldier and his cold calculating mind were in full swing. He didn’t want to have to use violence to disarm them, but he would if he had to.