As the Uptight Captain droned on and on about her ship, Rowen just rolled his eyes. For crying out loud woman, it's a ship. It's like all the other ships. Get over yourself. It got even worse when she got to the matter of board during the flight. What? Crew quarters? Here we are, saving the world and we're about to be treated like grunt fodder for this trip? This is unacceptable! If these quarters are not to any kind of standard, I am going to make her life hell, that is for certain!
There was the one little bit of restraint he had for the situation. Once Mira was done talking, Rowen went off to inspect the assigned quarters. It took little effort, they were on the third level of the ship so it wasn't that far a distance. For all Rowen thought of them however, they could have been 100 miles past the outer limits of Byron for what they were worth.
"Is this some kinda joke? A hammock? A shoddy end table? Is this how we are supposed to be kept in shape enough to deal with this threat to the world? This is disgraceful!" Someone had to pay. Someone had to bear the brunt of the anger that was welling inside the Ranger at the sight of these lackluster conditions. And in Rowen's mind, that started at the top.
He tore out of the dingy room, intent on accosting the Captain. In lieu of her absence on the deck, he grabbed the nearest crew member he could fine. "Where is the Captain? I need a word with her."
"Uh, she's probably down below in her own quarters sir. She prefers to stay out of the way while we prep for take off."
Rowen's patience was growing thin, and he shook the crew member to the best of his abilities. Suffice to say, it wasn't much of an action. His limbs were built for stability, not strength. "Where is that!"
"Down the hall through that door! There's a sign on it! Now let go! You're ruffling my shirt!"
Sated for the moment, Rowen let go of the man and stomped down the indicated hallway. True to the crewman's words, the signs were on the door, indicating "Captain's Quarters" and "No Entry", among other things. I'm the one with the guns, so I think I supercede that! He could hear voices on the other side of the door: female, both of them. Talking with her girls to boot! He was done waiting.
He tore the door open, expecting to see the lavish conditions that Captain Mira had afforded herself. Rowen was disappointed though, to find a layout very similar to the one he had just spent the better part of ten minutes fuming over. Sure it was a bit bigger, it had a desk in it overflowing with items. Other then that, there was no difference. The Captain and one of the other warriors from the ceremony, the horny girl, were on the cot with a bottle of some green liquid between them. Whatever it was, it smelled nasty, like last call on 2 for 1 drink night back at the casino.
Rowen was thrown off a bit. He was all set to attack the Captain on her hypocrisy, but now he was going to have to change tactics. "So this is your excuse it is? You like it as is so everyone else has to suffer? Is that why the quarters down below are unfit for a crippled Moogle? The caravan I rode had more space then what you have afforded someone like myself! Someone who is being counted on to help save the damn world, ya know! So how are you gonna fix this? Cause I can't be hanging my weapons and my gear up on that pasty little end table!"