Snippet #2483147

Frank had been in the midst of an argument when Tarkana had flown down to a dress the miners he so vigilantly watched over day in and day out. It was easy to tell by his solid build and dark green body armor that he was a part of the underground security detail thats main job was to watch over and 'protect' the miners, what that actually meant though was mostly making sure production continued and breaking up the occasional fight along with, god forbid, fending off the rare Rhigdol attack.

Before Tarkana had flown down to grace them with her presence Frank had been in the middle of kicking a rather uppity Kanar in the backside, the damned orange eyed bastard insisting that “He was on break.”, which in all honesty simply made Frank kick him harder. The years of working under one of the most stubborn Solarii in the force had turned him into a rather harsh and cold hearted security member. Taking a long drag from the cigarette that hung loosely in his lips illuminated his dark colored skin and sharp, almost handsome, features among the meager cave light. He had just been getting ready to 'aggresivley' negotiate with the Kanar when Tarkana spoke up

As Tarkana spoke to the almost army sized group of miners Frank had instinctively turned and snapped at attention. Cursing himself for turning his back on the small Kanar he quickly turned back around, only to see that the damned thing had disappeared into the sea of faces. Frank had to admit the damned things sure were sneaky.

He tightened his strong grip around the large menacing looking black gauss rifle he held in both hands, deciding that after Tarkana finished speaking and he got a moment free he would indeed track down the Kanar foolish enough to hide from him. Nonetheless he listened closely to Tarkana's words, memories of just how bad the last time they had been cut off from supplies flashed through his mind-back then had been a tough time for him and his fellow security officers, fights becoming commonplace from the reasonably stressed out workers. Frank decided he'd have to do his best to make sure everyone was working in the coming week.

But all those thoughts and worries didn’t distract Frank from the fact that Tarkana was within ear shot of where he stood, and not being able to resist himself he shouted out to her. He had of course waited for her to finish speaking and for the tired looking miners to return to their jobs but his voice sounded deep and cheerful as he spoke despite the bad news. “Tark!” He boomed. “When are you finally going to let me take you out for that drink?!” He shouted over the noise of the busy miners expecting yet another daily rejection. Over the past year or so it had become a joke among Frank and his superiors that Frank constantly asked Tarkana out, originally Frank had simply wanted to see just how a 'bird person' as the Terans offensively called them, would take a shot of whiskey, but over the years had evolved into an almost betting game among the Security Force, and one of these days Frank was determined to win the the daily pot of credits by getting Tarkana to agree to a drink with him.