"Da, but space does not care about you, is only empty. The ocean actively wants you to die," is Tsybenko's only comment as Petliura starts banging on a tightly sealed door and shouting. "Oh- he says to get out here, is emergency situation, never mind the Admiral's orders, the Admiral is a misbegotten son of a whore, all of the usual things..."
A moment later the door swings open and a burly blond man who must have just barely squeaked past the maximum size limitations for a submarine sailor pokes his head out. He squints at the two men not in uniform and rumbles a question to the Starshina.
"He asks who we are, he gets told who we are, he asks why my worthless hide has not yet been tacked to a wall in Moscow for causing such disruption to the national image in space-" Tsybenko rolls his eyes. "Petliura, tell him he can insult me later. We have a submarine to save, hey?" Looking back to Kirk he adds, "Persona non grata is very ugly phrase, but from the right mouths, it sticks."
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Re: Action Time: Team Submarine
Date: 2008-01-30 04:21 pm (UTC)A moment later the door swings open and a burly blond man who must have just barely squeaked past the maximum size limitations for a submarine sailor pokes his head out. He squints at the two men not in uniform and rumbles a question to the Starshina.
"He asks who we are, he gets told who we are, he asks why my worthless hide has not yet been tacked to a wall in Moscow for causing such disruption to the national image in space-" Tsybenko rolls his eyes. "Petliura, tell him he can insult me later. We have a submarine to save, hey?" Looking back to Kirk he adds, "Persona non grata is very ugly phrase, but from the right mouths, it sticks."