"Ain't much to discuss. You get an order you consider unlawful, you got the right to refuse. And if I agree, I'll go to bat for you. If I don't, you twist in the wind. I ain't in the business of lettin' my soldiers just play pick'n'choose with what they like."
"Fair enough," Shepard had been a commander long enough to know that morality was a grey area on occasion, but it was nice to know that while Ravani wouldn't accept bullshit, she'd fight for what she thought was right. Enough to relax a bit and offer a slight smile.
"Do your intake papers today, you start at reveille tomorrow." She considers. This one took a long time to come in, and she's not sure about the trust issue yet. She's got the skills, but... hell. The last person Hob promoted to Specialist had been Foster, and she wasn't too impressed with her own decision in hindsight. More caution. "Come in as a private, same as everyone else. You prove up, I'll jump you up to Specialist in short order."
Shepard would rather go through the motions of proving herself, anyway. Even if it was disappointing, she wasn't from here, so her commander rank wasn't either. She-- would have to adjust her introduction. She stood straighter and saluted, a motion honed through years of use. "Yes sir." Call it a form of atonement for the Thanos incident? She remained at attention, waiting to be dismissed, if she was going to be. Work to be done, and all that.
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