Incompetence Is No Excuse

"Tell me again how you lost my quarry." Rushard was standing in front of a group of refugees he'd had workingthe docks to try and dredge up the crashed ship. The subordinate he was addressing was miles away and he was using the EGO device to talk to the man, even though he wasn't vocalizing what he was saying, he still was pacing and waving his hands about, which amused and terrified the refugees. It appeared the well dressed Casithan was insane.

"She unleashed some kind of monster on us sir." Rushard was upset, he didn't want to be upset, but he was upset all the same.

"How many men did I send your way again?"

"Fifteen sir."

"And you're telling me, fifteen of you FUCKING MORONS COULD NOT POSSIBLY APPREHEND ONE GOD DAMN IRATHIENT BITCH!?" He had taken to actually shouting instead of just saying it in his head, the refugees flinched at the sudden yelling.

"Sir the creature was huge."

"I don't give a shit, clearly you're still alive, clearly it wasn't so big you couldn't kill it, CLEARLY YOU COULD HAVE CAUGHT THE BITCH I WANTED YOU TO CATCH!" Rashard suddenly felt like the collar on his shirt was too tight, he could see the refugees staring at him and he waved his hand and they scattered.

"Sir we only have four people left, the creature is dead we think." Rushard hated incompetence, he hated being told something didn't go as planned, and he hated most of all that the Irathient bitch was still out there, possibly about to mess up one of his plans.

"Well then the four of you better get that bitch or don't come back." He wished there was a way to slam the EGO device down like any other communicator, but there wasn't, so at best he could just cut off the communication and consider that the final word on the subject. "Now my lovelies, you were telling me you couldn't get my ship out of some sediment?" The crowd of refugees who had scattered reformed, fear in their eyes.

"Sir the ship is just too deep, we don't have the equipment to lift something that heavy."

"You don't? Oh well why didn't you say so." He got close the refugee who had spoke and shot him in the head. "Does anyone else think you don't have the proper equipment to get that ship? No? Good NOW GET ME MY FUCKING SHIP!" Rushard was still fuming, he didn't want to be angry, but something in the back of his mind told him he better deal with that Irathient who had killed his men now, or he'd be screwed later. After all she was his slave, and she had to respect her master.