Day 077: The Importance Of Discipline (Part 4)
Summary: Kane finally talks directly to Cassandra about her actions in the Mountain.
Date: 24 August 2016
Related: The Importance of Discipline (art 1), The Importance of Discipline (Part 2), and The Importance of Discipline (Part 3)
Ark Cassandra Kane 


Command Station, Camp Jaha
A small room adjacent to the Chancellor's quarters, the Command station is used not only for meetings with the Council and the Chancellor, but also for planning and strategy sessions. a high table runs down the center of the room, tall enough that there is a collection of stools around it rather than chairs. The walls are brilliantly lit by glowing computer screens, including resource allocation plots, ancient satellite photos, and a clear screen with a topographic map of the area drawn on it with glowing dry-erase marker.
77 Days After Landing

Kane knows that Cassandra Bonheur is a skittish sort, and so he did not send a Guard to look for her. Instead, it's an off-duty militiaman who is sent looking for her with the word that Chancellor Kane wants a word. Not 'The Chancellor demands your attendance' or 'You need to meet with the Chancellor' or anything like that. And if she's going to resist even that, he's got, "Apparently, Gideon said it'd be a good idea for you to talk to him."

<FS3> Cassandra rolls Resolve: Great Success. (4 5 7 4 8 7 7 3)
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cassandra=deception Vs Kane=alertness
< Cassandra: Success (2 8 5 2 6 3 4 5 1) Kane: Good Success (4 6 5 7 4 8 1 6 1)
< Net Result: Kane wins - Marginal Victory

<FS3> Cassandra rolls Survival: Great Success. (8 8 4 3 6 5 8 1 5 6 7)
<FS3> Cassandra rolls Stealth: Success. (8 3 6 1 4)
<FS3> Cassandra rolls Archery: Good Success. (7 6 8 3 6)

Cassandra was aware that Kane would need to speak to her sooner or later, and had already been advised by Gideon kom Skaikru to do so on matters of her own. She's in the middle of butchering a strung-up boar for the camp when the militia-man finds her, trying to teach a small crowd how it's done. Now that it's been disemboweled and drained, you spread the hooves, and you start at the tail, see? Skin it all the way down, chop chop chop. Oh, and don't forget to — never mind. She's been interrupted, and after being offered the explanation of where she's needed, she nods. She hands her bloody knife over to the nearest student, gives him a quick, cursory instruction of the next steps necessary, ensuring he can finish the job until she's back. She'll see to it that she has the opportunity to blast him for being sloppy about it later.

On she goes into the Alpha Compound, where she so rarely makes appearances. Gideon lives in the Row, after all, and she herself has a secret hide-out further afield. Apart from when she needs to drop off some herbs for the infirmary or requisition some tools, she doesn't trap herself in claustrophobic Skaikru territory willingly.

There's a big smile plastered across her face when she knocks on Kane's open door, all the same. It's fake, and the way she holds herself makes it clear that she's secretly terrified. Nonetheless, she's on her best behaviour, trying not to be herself. "Chancellor Kane," she practically purrs, as though she's delighted to see him — dark eyes gleaming, face frozen in happiness to force it from trembling. "Have you been meaning to speak to speak to me, sir? It's good to finally meet you."

Marcus Kane is working on a pair of dataslates as Cassandra comes in, reading one and taking notes on the other. Both are set down, however, as he studies the young woman, one hand idling scratching his newly-grown beard before he gestures across the high table to one of the stools, "Indeed, Miss Bonheur. Or do you prefer Cassandra kom Skaikru like some of your fellows? Either way, please, have a seat." Either he missed the terror lurking behind the former Delinquent's features, or he's not going to call her on it at the moment.

Perfectly polite, Cassandra moves towards the presented stool and hoists herself into it, whereupon she crosses her legs and folds her hands into her lap. Her demeanour would be unrecognisable to the Hundred who watched her bitter behaviour down on Earth.

"Either suits me fine, sir," she pleasantly, calmly replies, still smiling demurely. "I know who I am, where I've come from. You can even call me Cassie if you like." She too studies him across the table, though she avoids meeting his eyes. Instead she looks to his hand movements, his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth — little telltale signs that might warn her when to panic in earnest.

The Chancellor shakes his head slightly when the young woman does not state a preference, and sticks with, "There are apparently several topics that we need to discuss, Miss Bonheur." Apparently he's going to go with the familiar. Even weary from long hours, Marcus Kane has the same hard core about him that he had on the Ark, the same rigid center that one might expect from the Guard Officer, but there is something new there as well, a flexibility at the edges, "Let's start with the issue of trust. For instance, I need to be able to trust that you'll obey the orders passed down from myself to my officers and noncoms. At the same time, I realize that we've given you little reason to trust us." And he reaches down to the stool beside him, plucking up a circle of metal and plastic, and places it on the table between them. A folded up compass, loot from the Mountain. "For your use as long as you remain with us at Camp Jaha. I only ask that if you ever see reason to leave the…" a hint of amusement touches his voice and eyes at the use of the word, "…clan… that you return it to us."

Cassandra glances down at the compass, and then back up to Kane. At first she says nothing, weighing his words and the offering — the flexibility around the edges isn't something she expected. "Thank you, sir," she replies, finally forcing herself to meet his eyes, her shoulders uncomfortably stiff. Choosing her words carefully, she impersonally admits, "Many of the Hundred feel they've been given little reason to trust the guard, I suppose."

"Those who feel victimized rarely see a reason to trust those they believe wronged them." Kane's words may be compassionate, but his tone is less judgmental, with subtle emphasis on 'feel' and 'believe.' "But while I'm interested in your views on the One Hundred as a whole, I'm more concerned about you and your actions inside Mount Weather." And then he cuts straight to the chase, in a manner of speaking, "Why did you try to kill the young man who tried to surrender on Level 7?"

The delinquent's fingers curl and uncurl restlessly in her lap. She glances down at them, dropping her gaze, and opts to answer truthfully after a moment's consideration. She does feel, and it shows in her voice, which is quiet though sure. "Because I don't believe that torturing people to death by a thousand cuts is good justice, especially after pulling them through radiation-soaked air that will choke them and dissolve their skin into red boils and blisters." Her lips momentarily purse, and her brow subtly knits; the first hint of steel creeps into the edges of her otherwise obsequious voice. "He was what, thirteen or fourteen? Old enough to kill, by Trikru standards — or to risk bone-marrow donation for, by some of my fellow Skaisplita standards. Neither of which seems like a good judgement call. What do you think, Mister Chancellor?" She looks up again when she asks this, curling a flirtatious, pandering smile. "Better he be floated? Maybe boxed for six-seven years? I bet the air-locks are still operational to suck the air out of his lungs."

The way she says that last part is wildly inappropriate. Were anyone who didn't speak Gonasleng in the room, they would likely assume that she was talking about something very different from murdering a child, and instead propositioning him. Her tone is teasing, and in her own way challenging; accusatory.

Kane watches her glance down, and come back up with quiet steel. He nods slowly, although the lascivious tone merely causes him to lift an eyebrow, "If you think I ever took pleasure in the execution of my duties… or ending those lives, you are sorely mistaken. I do think that floating is a better fate than the Death of a Thousand Cuts," which he witnessed, although he did not participate. "and that execution under the Exodus Charter," a bullet through the head, "is more merciful still, in the rare circumstances where it becomes necessary." His fingers knit together atop the table, between his edge and the compass, "And while I can respect the choice of the person with their boots on the ground, you directly disobeyed the orders of your unit leader, which were also the orders of myself and the Commander. How do you think that the Coalition would deal with those who disobey the orders of the Commander?"

Miss Bonheur, for one, did participate in the Death by a Thousand Cuts — at Gideon's request, though she took no pleasure in that either. "I suppose they would torture me to death," she says to Kane. "Which makes it a noble sort of sacrifice for the kid I gave mercy to." The concept of following the law seems foreign for her. Under the table, her own fingers likewise continue to knit. "Or, I suppose — they'd banish me."

"I don't mean this as an insult, but a noble sacrifice does not seem to be your style. So that leaves me to believe that you think we will levy a lesser punishment on you." There's a pause, and then Kane adds, "That was an honest question, by the way. You likely have better knowledge of their punishments than I do, based on your close working relationship with Gideon kom Skaikru." Kane watches her face closely, "Although perhaps she does not know you as well as you know her. She believed that you killed the… Maunon… because you thought it was what she wanted." Unlacing his fingers and spreading them slightly, the Chancellor adds, "So. The woman you have hidden yourself from believes that you should receive the lightest possible punishment, because anything more would break you. And she wishes to share this punishment with you. What punishment do you think you should receive for insubordination and disobedience of orders?"

Cassie remains defiantly calm, and seems to think she has everything under control until Kane mentions that he thinks Gideon kom Skaikru should share her punishment. Then, a flicker of doubt twitches her brow. Eyes still on her hands, she raises them from her lap, interlaced, and slides them across the table as she leans towards Kane.

"These aren't our ways," she replies, lifting her gaze. "And Gideon will have to adapt if she's to stay here." With Kane apparently believing the two aren't that close, she follows suit, and even allows a note of contempt for the woman to slip into her voice. "I'm not her Second, after all, I'm her apprentice, and these are two different things. I am a legal adult, and that means I am responsible for me. If she wants someone to be responsible for, then she better get busy with Grey." She smirks. "Well, busy-er."

Her expression turns more serious again, before she admits, "If you're asking me, I think you should not be punishing me at all. I'd reward me, and maybe fire Breen. It's obvious he exaggerated his report to get back at me for Asher's, especially since I don't actually recall him relaying the order to accept last-minute surrender from those who were already attacking us, so I feel set up. But, I'm guessing that won't fly, so you should banish me. The Trikru will see you have taken strong, decisive action in policing your own… and you stand something to gain." That there, quite clearly, is an offer: bait.

Kane nods slightly at the first part of Cassandra's response, but the contempt that filters into her voice causes him to shake his head, a wry smile touching his lips. Even the mention of Grey does not remove it. "I told her that if anyone was responsible for your action beyond yourself, it was Corporal Fairchild and Sergeant Breen. However, I might consider allowing it for Gideon kom Skaikru in this case." His eyes watch her features carefully for a reaction to that. "And you bring up an interesting point, especially since no one else I've spoken to has contested the details Sergeant Breen's account. The reasoning, certainly, but not the actual details." He nods slowly at her suggestion, however, arching his eyebrows, "I would like to hear what you think I would gain from banishing someone who has proven to be useful despite her best intentions," again, there is a hint of the dry humor, "And I would also like to hear why you think punishing insubordination under fire… or not punishing it… is important."

The suggestion that Sergeant Breen might be responsible for her actions makes Cassandra subtly perk up. Any carefully contained delight that may have inspired in her is effectively quashed when he adds Gideon kom Skaikru to the list again, and her lips press tightly.

"Well, it is important because the Trikru think it is important," she replies. "And of course, you can't have your people running amok, doing whatever they think is right without consulting you first." Though she thinks she's giving him what he wants to hear — that dutiful complacency — she makes no effort to mask her disdain for subordination, her tone implying she thinks it petty. A born soldier she is not.

She swiftly seeks to move on from the answer, returning to the offer at hand. "Well, if you think I'm useful, I don't see how you think you're going to benefit from boxing me a second time." She raises a pointed, critical brow at the Chancellor. "It's not something I'd do to someone I wanted to inspire loyalty from. On the other hand, you stand a lot to benefit from banishing me to the Trikru. The simple fact is that many of them don't like you, sir, and it's not personal, but they don't like any of the Skaikru, especially those who are indirectly responsible for bringing a Dropship down on their village — which is you, Mister Chancellor, as our leader. But I have developed a rapport with many of the Trikru, during my time on the Ground. I bartered this from TonDC." She pinches at her leather duster, showing it off. "I speak some of their language, and if you banish me, I will have no choice but to seek shelter with them. I will be forced to build on that rapport, and rather than being stuck here as a Nokru's apprentice, I will accept Horsemistress Afaye kom Trikru's offer to make me her Second. You would benefit, sir, from having a loyal subordinate banished to New Coesbur, who will learn how to use a more sustainable means of transport, and bring that knowledge to you." Smirking, she adds, "Maybe I'll even bring you back a horse. Your very own. So the Trikru can one of your people kneeling to you and making an offering, while crawling home for your forgiveness."

Kane shakes his head slowly at the response to his second question, but it is the response to his first question that causes the Chancellor to actually laugh. It's a quiet bark of amusement, quickly smothered, "Cassandra kom Skaikru, I must admit that I'm curious if you've ever been a loyal subordinate, except perhaps recently to Gideon kom Skaikru." Amazingly enough, there's no anger and very little judgment to his voice, just dry, even avuncular amusement, although it fades rather quickly, "And actually, in addition to the solid working relationship I've developed with the Commander, I offered myself to their justice if we could not find those responsible." Now the Chancellor leans forward, resting his forearms on the edge of the table, "But I want to get back to the first point. You're partially right as to the importance of obeying orders, but there's more to it. How do you think the Coalition would look at us if they didn't think we could obey orders? If they thought that those who still hate and fear them might go off and attack them? How do you think we would look at the Coalition if we didn't think they could obey orders and might attack us at any time? Obedience to orders in the field and to the rule of law at home is critical to the survival of all of us. Yourself included, given your own estimation of the Trikru punishment for those who disobey orders."

Cassandra's hands, now on the table, can be seen in their restless movements. Her fingernails scrape at the metal surface, sending out discordant notes as they drum upon it. The mounting pressure of her situation starts to sharpen her calm exterior. "Well now you've explained it, it sounds reasonable enough," she agrees. "Yeah. Can't have that. Wouldn't have it in my house. So what you gonna do about it, now that you've made me understand? Politician like you, you're thinking forward. Practical man." She lifts an index finger, sweeping it by the side of her temple to emphasise her claim on his forward-thinking ways. "Where you think it's gonna lead you? How you gonna punish me in a way that benefits your people?"

Kane's eyebrows lift slightly, "So quick to leap to the conclusion, Miss Bonheur." Once more, his fingers splay in a little shrug, "I haven't decided on that yet. I wanted to speak with you first, and I wanted to explain the reasons behind the laws, and why they're important. Especially considering that there is one last point. You attempted to keep a firearm after the fighting completed, for your personal use." There's enough of an upward lift to the words to make it nearly a question. "Considering the reasonable cause behind the laws concerning insubordination, how do you think uncontrolled ownership of firearms might change that picture between ourselves and the Coalition, Miss Bonheur?"

"Wouldn't call it uncontrolled," Cassandra replies, furrowing her brow. "Seems sensible to arm your militia for self-defence, doesn't it?" Now she feigns ignorance, looking surprised. "Was that against the rules too? I mean, you gave what's-'is-face Kholmin a big gun, so I thought that meant everyone was allowed one. I don't recall 'no arming yourself' being ordered."

<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cassandra=deception Vs Kane=alertness
< Cassandra: Success (2 3 2 2 8 5 2 5 3) Kane: Good Success (6 7 5 8 1 8 1 1 3)
< Net Result: Kane wins - Solid Victory

"He doesn't like that name, although I suspect that you know that very well." Kane smiles faintly again, once more almost indulgent, "I do wish you wouldn't try to lie to me, Miss Bonheur. Whatever you may believe, I'm not looking to be a tyrant, and you have provided valuable services to our medical staff, although not so valuable as you usually claim." A hint of disappointment touches his voice at the last. "You haven't answered my question, however. If firearms were to spread beyond the Guard and on-duty Militia, how do you think that would change our relationship with the Trikru and the rest of the Coalition?"

Unheeding of Kane's warnings, Cassie continues trying to lie. She may not really know how not to. "The Mountain is dead. They're the reason we weren't allowed guns, and those aren't a problem any more." Although, that may not in fact be untrue — she just isn't basing it on any truth she would know with any certainty. She hasn't been party to Commander Lexa's decree on what should happen to the firearms after the Mountain's fall. "If you disagree with me, though, I suppose you'll be giving up your own firearm." She nods towards his belt, which she can't see over the table, but she assumes he has at least a pistol handy. "I'm an archer. I'm not at risk at damaging my relationship with the Trikru."

The Skaigirl hooks her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the bow she has strapped across it. Then she opens her hand, sweeping it down her visible ensemble, all Grounder-made. "Like you said," she said, steeling her gaze. "I ain't ever been subordinate to anyone except for 'maybe' my archery mentor, 'recently'. I can't be trusted. Why should I care how this affects anyone other than me?"

Kane shakes his head, more disappointment filtering onto his face, "You're an archer who looked to collect a pistol for personal use." He sighs softly, gesturing across the table with one hand, "Let's go with your self-centered view though. For argument's sake. The Coalition sees you as a Skaikru, whether you do or not. If firearms are free to any Skaikru with the training, or even any Skaikru, what happens after the first one of them shoots a Trikru? What happens to you after the first one of them shoots a Trikru?"

"We've already shot Trikru," Cassandra replies, giving Kane a dead-eyed, thousand-yard stare, slouching her posture and drawing her shoulders further back. She's a lot less prim when called out as a liar, and a lot more herself. "At the dropship. You know, the first one you sent down with a hundred kids in it. We battled, we fought, and we got shot back."

"It ain't the guns that are the issue," she says. "It's the disrespect, the way Arkers are so quick to judge, so quick to think they're better than other people. The way you look down on your on, dismiss their worth." It's a general 'you', though that may not be crystal clear. "I was one of the people who fought to negotiate our way out of the mess you landed on that village. It was actually my idea to postpone judgement by suggesting we trade seven of the Arkers responsible once they land, instead of giving up seven of the children who weren't responsible — though of course Councillor Fiona took credit; she's a politician, like you. You know what the first Grounder said, when I suggested this? 'You aren't children,' she said. 'I had my first kill-mark before I was your age.'"

Again, Kane shakes his head, "Not during combat, Miss Bonheur. I mean an angry mother or father, or simply someone who sees them as savages and decides one is better off dead. I believe you know what I mean, but you're still evading the question. What do you think a Trikru dead to a bullet means for you personally, if firearms are not restricted?" The last point gets a nod, "And yes, most of you are adults, according to our laws, and their customs. I often wish that you — I mean that generally and specifically — would act like it more often, which means not worrying about whether you look good or bad, and worrying more about your people and how to keep them alive."

Challenged, Cassandra cocks an eyebrow. "My people?" she asks Kane. "You floated my people, and my mother you killed through negligence. You, and your Alpha Station fellows. Easy, isn't it, to judge us from above when it wasn't you the one making sacrifices." She flexes her fingers, interlacing them on the table again as she stares the Chancellor down, no longer making pretences of subservience. "You aren't my people. At best, I am yours. Your subject. You want trust, sir, maybe you should start with those you wronged."

"You still haven't learned that yet?" Kane's eyebrow arches as he responds to the challenge, "You need a people to survive down here. But as little as you will understand it, no, it was not easy to judge those who came before me, not even the guilty ones, like yourself and Mister Larsen. But it was those who were guilty only of negligence, like your father, or those who were innocent of everything but misfortune, like your mother, who eat at me the most." And then he leans forward, "But you? I never wronged you. Michael Larsen wronged you, and perhaps we failed you in not stopping it, but you committed the crimes for which you were punished, knowing full-well the sentence for such crimes." That iron core is exposed now, "But yes, trust is earned. It must be given to be received." He gestures to the compass before him, "I trusted you with a position in the militia, and you spat in the face of my orders. I'm offering to trust you with a valuable resource. At what point do you realize that trust being extended to you is not an insult? At what point do you stop thinking like a child and start thinking like an adult?"

<FS3> Cassandra rolls Resolve: Good Success. (5 7 5 5 2 8 7 5)

Cassandra narrows her eyes at Chancellor Kane, receiving every barb of his words and bleeding visibly before them. The taste of it colours her mouth when she speaks, and there is hatred in her gaze. "You didn't ask me to take a seat for an intellectual discussion," she says, since he never actually summoned her plainly. "What's your verdict?"

"I'm still waiting to see if you can think as an adult or just as a child, Miss Bonheur." Kane leans forward over the table slightly, tapping the metal surface with one finger, "So tell me. What are the consequences to you, personally, and to the Skaikru as a whole, if firearms are unrestricted, and a Trikru is shot with one?"

"I'm not a big thinker, Mister Chancellor," Cassie replies, having reached the end of her rope. The barb doesn't seem to find its mark this time, unlike his comments about Michael Larson and her father. "Never was. Prefer to keep things simple in my head, as it were: so I won't be touching any more guns, because you say so and because I don't need 'em. What you order for the rest of the Skaikru is no concern of mine. I've learned the importance of subordination." She smiles, meeting his eyes and nodding her head, as she takes the countenance of charming Miss Bonheur once more, complacent. Her hands return to her lap, and she straightens her posture.

Kane shakes his head, "Clearly, you haven't, Miss Bonheur. Let me lay this out for you then. If we have firearms, and cannot control our people, or if firearms are unrestricted and a Trikru is shot by one, they are likely to declare open season on all Skaikru, including yourself. I had hoped that you might recognize that there is something greater than yourself. I can assure you, the Coalition goes far beyond us in veneration for the individual as part of the whole, so if you cannot accept that importance here, you certainly will not fit in there." Straightening up, he rubs at his beard a moment, then declares, "As to your punishment, given your love for individual choice, I will give you the option. Either you will be removed from the militia, unable to accompany them on their missions, and receive five lashes of a shock baton, or you will serve five days in the brig, be allowed to remain in the militia, and I will trust you that this will not happen again."

Cassandra looks up as Kane rises, lifting her brow. "That's not much of a choice, is it sir?" she asks. "You're presenting me with two, but only one of them's reasonable; neither of them is actually my choice, and neither of them will benefit you or your people personally. I told you to banish me."

Lifting an elbow on the table, she says, "You're wrong if you think I can't see past myself. But," echoing her first words upon being offered a seat, "I know who I am, so you can call me as you like. I can't pretend I don't hate you for what you've done, Mister Chancellor — the Trikru I don't have anything against."

She looks at her raised fingernails for a moment, all of which are sensible and short. "For the verdict — since it's 'my' choice…" She pauses, then raises her eyes anew to Kane's. "I'll take the shock-lashes. You can put me in front of the Hundred and have the guard make an example of me."

"You haven't done anything worthy of banishment, Miss Bonheur. Whatever you think of me, you'll find that I do indeed believe in the rule of law. Hating me for doing so…" Kane shakes his head once more, "is a very teenage thing to do." Surprise flickers across his features at the choice made by the ex-Delinquent. Still, he accepts her decision, "Very well. The Camp will be informed of your actions, your choice, and will witness your punishment. I had hoped that you would prove me wrong, but it seems that it will not be."

"By giving me an ultimatum?" Cass asks with a smile. "I'm sure that will go well for you next election day." Her eyes sweep the room, searching the various corners for cameras, before she looks back to the Chancellor. "And with the highly knowledgeable remaining Hundred — many of whom are already short on trust for you. Particularly should you choose to include Gideon kom Skaikru, your first and only Grounder transfer so far, in my punishment…" She furrows her brow, her tone turning sad at this suggestion, the shrugs. "But, you have made your choice. I suppose I will not be leaving your hair for New Coesbur, and be unable to barter with the Horsemistress on the Skaikru's behalf." She hops down from her stool, dusting off her leather duster.

The mention of an ultimatum surprises Kane again, but he controls the reaction relatively well, his eyes widening briefly before settling back to neutral judgment once more. "As I said before, Gideon kom Skaikru is not responsible for the actions of another militia member. However, you have only the two strikes against you — this event and the run-in with Kai kom Trikru," so that would remove the theoretical third strike, the one that got her 'Boxed in the first place, "and so there is no reason to limit your movement. I will leave any decisions as to whether you can visit Tondc or New Coesbur to the Trikru." And then he reaches out, placing two fingers atop the compass for a heartbeat, and then slowly sliding it back to his side of the table from the middle, "However, since you are no longer a member of the militia, you will have no official need for this."

Cassandra glances down towards the disappearing compass, then slips her hands into her pockets. She angles her shoulder towards the door. "Seems wasteful, doesn't it?" she says. "You could just banish me for five days, keep me in the militia, and offer me that 'trust' thing you talked about. I'd go to New Coesbur singing your praises and return grovelling with horses. Like you said, trust needs to be given to be received." She rubs at her chin. Alas, she has no beard, and does not manage to look quite as impressive as when he does it. "But, that would be if it was my choice." She gives him a knowing look, repeating the motion of her index finger sweeping at the side of her temple to point at his own head.

Cassandra spends 1 luck points on Here goes nothing!.
<FS3> Opposed Roll — Cassandra=Persuasion+3 Vs Kane=Resolve+3
< Cassandra: Good Success (1 1 2 4 7 5 3 2 3 7 6 1) Kane: Good Success (6 4 8 3 5 1 2 1 4 8 1 7 4)
< Net Result: Kane wins - Marginal Victory

Perhaps to Kane's credit, or perhaps to his discredit, he actually considers the suggestion. Finally, however, he shakes his head, "Banishment is permanent, Miss Bonheur. And thus far, I see myself offering trust, and you, once more, refusing it." His lips tighten for a moment longer as he considers, and then he notes, "But given your previous confinement, I can see how it might be the brig itself that is causing the issue, something I should have seen before. So I will offer you one alteration to the offer: the five days may be served within living quarters in Alpha Station, of my choosing, rather than the brig." It's small, a mere crumb, but it is something.

Cassie Bonheur raises her brow, scrutinising Chancellor Kane with a sidelong glance. What's your game? her expression plainly says. It was not, in fact, the brig that was causing the issue, she was just being painfully stubborn — but even a stubborn ass, like Cass, can see a bargain-steal when it's right under her nose.

Her options are to spend five days in Alpha compound; or to take five lashes of a shock-baton, be kicked out of the militia, and pit herself against Kane. She'd be stupid not to pick the first option, if her choice wasn't stupid enough as is before. But it still hurts her to admit it, and her response is slow.

She nods her head. Tepidly, as if it is a very difficult choice to make, and her hands remain in her pockets. "Then what?" she says, turning pliable.

The changes that come over Cassandra's expression and body language are watched carefully, and Kane spreads his hands in a slight shrug, "And then you return to your duties. Obviously, I would trust that you would avoid any further incidents of insubordination, or any further attempts to steal a firearm, either due to a wish to reciprocate that trust, or through enlightened self interest."

"Do I get visitation?" Cassandra asks, implicitly accepting. Her shoulder remains half-turned to the door, expression stoic.

Kane considers this, then nods slightly, "Asher kom Skaikru, or another interested arty, can deliver your meals rather than a member of the Guard. They'll be checked for weapons or contraband, and the visits will be short, but allowed."

Cassandra smirks, if briefly, when Kane makes clear that he wasn't buying her pretence of having nothing to do with that what's-'is-face Kholmin guy. "Alright then," she says, nodding her head once again. Since that's settled, she also admits the true aim of her game in getting 'temporarily banished': "I still need your permission to accept Afaye kom Trikru's offer to train me. According to Gideon kom Skaikru. And then apparently she, Afaye that is, needs to come here and ask your permission to take one of your own. That's their way." She shrugs. "Oh, and one more thing." She knows full well she got off very lightly, but she still has to ask. She wouldn't be her if she didn't try to bargain.

Kane hesitates for a moment, then nods, "The same deal as Miss Kennedy. When you finish your training, you return here to pass it along. Not a true Second-ship, or whatever they would call it, but a temporary one." He compass is pushed back out to the center of the table, but then she pushes a little further, and his fingers do not lift away from it, "You can ask." His tone says, 'but I won't necessarily agree to it.'

The ex-delinquent starts to turn her shoulders to face Kane again, reaching for the compass, but then his hand stays and so does she. She rests her fingers on the edge of the table, leaning forward as she looks back up to the Chancellor. "Don't ever mention Michael Larson to me again," she says, raising a brow. "I don't want your forgiveness and I don't want your legal pardon. I just want to forget it ever happened. It's nobody's business but my own. Leave his name out of whatever paperwork you're writing up for the Guards to snicker at."

"Show that you are not the same person you were then, and there will be absolutely no reason to ever bring up the name again." Kane's fingers rise from the compass, his hand retreating, since this isn't any further bargaining about the punishment, and he relents, "But there's no reason for his name to be on any incident report."

Cassandra briefly narrows her eyes at the initial comment, but then reaches forward to sweep the compass away from the table, claiming her prize. "Guess I best be off to my new quarters, then," she says, adding with a wry smirk, "Always wanted to live in Alpha Station."

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