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Bele continued to listen and learn. Given she was usually in the thick of the action, this was something of a new departure for her. But the truth was that she was a little overwhelmed. Not with the requirement of the mission, but at the pace of those at the forefront of leading their efforts. So much so, that she missed opportunities to step in and demonstrate her undoubted abilities at times. And, because she was musing about her own inadequacies, she missed the escalation of the mood between the parties and – without any warning at all (at least to Bele) – a fight broke out. She was one of the slowest to react, as a result, and pulled her pistol and awaited the opportunity to join the fray properly.
Bele continued to listen and learn. Given she was usually in the thick of the action, this was something of a new departure for her. But the truth was that she was a little overwhelmed. Not with the requirement of the mission, but at the pace of those at the forefront of leading their efforts. So much so, that she missed opportunities to step in and demonstrate her undoubted abilities at times. And, because she was musing about her own inadequacies, she missed the escalation of the mood between the parties and – without any warning at all (at least to Bele) – a fight broke out. She was one of the slowest to react, as a result, and pulled her pistol and aimed at the closest enemy combatant.
Reflecting on what she surmised from what she heard, Bele was unfortunately caught napping when the gang took flight. By the time she realised they were gone, she knew she would not have a chance to catch them up. Instead, she keeps up a steady jog, hoping to keep at least one of the Starfinders in sight.
It took a con-artist to spot a con-artist...at least that's what the saying suggested. Bele had no idea what was amiss, but some sixth sense told her something was off. So, she took a leaflet and listened to the group as they interacted - seeking something more concrete than a hunch that all was not as it seemed.
Bele continues to feel something of an outsider. It is nothing the group are doing - or not doing. It is just her insecurities about being the newbie and, to date, nothing presenting itself that she feels confident enough to elbow her way to the front to press her case for leading on. Not that she necessarily minds the situation - she always believed she was given one mouth and two ears for a reason - and looks to listen and learn from those fare more experienced than her.
Bele was allowing the more forceful characters take the lead. She still felt a little uncomfortable taking the lead in any activity - and so milled around at present. At the mention of computers, her ears pricked up, but the others were all over them before she had a chance to look, so once more took a back seat in proceedings.
On the plus side, she hadn't disgraced herself and was at least - in some small way - becoming part of the team. There were leaders among them, and she respected that. She had no desire or intention to stake a claim to direct their efforts. Rather, she was happy - for now - to integrate and be ready when called upon.
Unsure how astute the others were at detecting untruths - and given Bele's formative years were built on them - she felt it her duty to share what she had gleaned. "Well," she said, zipping up the outer layer of her flightsuit, "they seem an honest bunch. Not that I'm suggesting they would be anything other than truthful to us, I was just," she paused, actually at a loss to describe why she was sharing, , "You know...letting you know I'm still here, maybe?" She cracked a smile and waited for someone else to take the lead.
Bele does her best not to roll her eyes – but really, is this how the StarFinders look to gain information? On the plus side, she keeps her eyes in check – but on the debit she allows an audible sigh to escape her lips. She could look to intimidate them, but that feels a little heavy-handed right now, and so – instead – she merely observes the conversations, looking to find if they’re telling her the truth or not.
Bele was unsure how StarFinder briefings usually went, but this one seemed to give them some information - albeit not a great deal. And being a woman of action, she actually just wanted to get going. She had a way about her for getting information and was confident that, once in the field, she would be able to contribute. But right now, she was growing restless and her right leg was bouncing slightly as she sat. Aware of it, she placed her hand on her thigh and took a deep breath. And, at the mention of having everything needed, she stood and said, "I for one am good to go."
Bele was new the StarFinders and quickly realised she was also the newbie in this group. On the plus side, that meant she had plenty of experience around her. The down side was the fact she never enjoyed being the weakest link. As soon as she’d opened the message from Zigvigix, she headed to the Exo-Guardian Headquarters on Absalom Station. The smell of ozone was…different…and the building had the air of a work in progress. Once she’d assembled with the others, she paid attention to Zigvigix – given it was hard not to, as the communication was telepathically. As she listened – is that even the right verb? – she committed the information to memory and waited for the others to speak. Sure, she had questions, but she did not want to show herself up by asking anything crass. |
