[Finn talks. John listens. He wouldn't have asked if he wasn't interested.
The kid has a lot to say. That speaks to strong observational skills, and a capacity for critical thinking. John's honestly impressed by his breakdown. Finn is sharper than he lets on, at any rate. Good for him. It's important to keep something in your pocket.]
It's worth something.
[John munches thoughtfully on his last bite of waffle, and washes it down with some coffee. Dabs at the corners of his mouth with the corners of an already crumpled up napkin. He doesn't like unnecessary mess. Finn will learn that about him when they work together.]
We're on the same page, more or less. The PG's got growing pains. You can tell they started as a group of rangers, a few skilled people to take care of the bad stuff outside the wall while law enforcement deals with people. Then the wall got bigger, the PG got bigger, but they're still operating to the same grass-roots standards.
It's good, in some ways. People new to this place might not respond well to a solid chain of command or regiment. They can't be expected to take a hard knee to people they don't know, and they can choose their level of commitment.
I think the reason us military types get pointed in this direction is because it's easier to keep an eye on us if we're all in the same place, and it keeps our trigger fingers from getting itchy. That said, the levels of experience and skill required to join are... all over the place.
They should probably implement a reserve force, we have something like that back home. People who want to help, and to learn, but don't necessarily have the right background or experience to be anything but a liability on the field. You train them like it's their job, and keep them in auxiliary for disaster relief, or god help us, support in theatre, until they meet the requirements of the regular forces.
I've been pretty picky about the people I'm asking to join my team for a reason. I'm not comfortable taking responsibility for the actions of untrained civilians with machine guns unless it's absolutely necessary. If they don't hurt themselves, they'll hurt someone else.
[ Finn absorbs his responses, interest written clearly across his face. He likes being able to lay out his opinions. He likes being able to hear others, too. It doesn't always line up well, sometimes leads more to argument than agreement, but provided it's not anything gravely serious, even that's not necessarily bad.
With what John has to say, he leans towards agreement easily enough. It's reasonable, and all more or less on the same page, like John said.
John's explanation of a reserve force sparks particular interest. Finn thinks of Slip, not for the first time, surely not for the last. Wonders for a brief moment if he could have fared better in something like that, even still attached to the First Order in some capacity.
(The idea washes away, as it always does, in the reality of knowing that the First Order would only ever section off stormtroopers like Slip in order to throw them away more quickly. Lower-tier cannon fodder. But it was nice to have the thought.)
Finn's mouth twitches into a brief, passable smile in spite of himself. ]
Yeah, well. Don't have to be picky to have good taste in food.
[ People always turn out more complicated. most importantly, finn will die to defend his right to eat vegetable-covered pizza and call it tasteful. ]
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The kid has a lot to say. That speaks to strong observational skills, and a capacity for critical thinking. John's honestly impressed by his breakdown. Finn is sharper than he lets on, at any rate. Good for him. It's important to keep something in your pocket.]
It's worth something.
[John munches thoughtfully on his last bite of waffle, and washes it down with some coffee. Dabs at the corners of his mouth with the corners of an already crumpled up napkin. He doesn't like unnecessary mess. Finn will learn that about him when they work together.]
We're on the same page, more or less. The PG's got growing pains. You can tell they started as a group of rangers, a few skilled people to take care of the bad stuff outside the wall while law enforcement deals with people. Then the wall got bigger, the PG got bigger, but they're still operating to the same grass-roots standards.
It's good, in some ways. People new to this place might not respond well to a solid chain of command or regiment. They can't be expected to take a hard knee to people they don't know, and they can choose their level of commitment.
I think the reason us military types get pointed in this direction is because it's easier to keep an eye on us if we're all in the same place, and it keeps our trigger fingers from getting itchy. That said, the levels of experience and skill required to join are... all over the place.
They should probably implement a reserve force, we have something like that back home. People who want to help, and to learn, but don't necessarily have the right background or experience to be anything but a liability on the field. You train them like it's their job, and keep them in auxiliary for disaster relief, or god help us, support in theatre, until they meet the requirements of the regular forces.
I've been pretty picky about the people I'm asking to join my team for a reason. I'm not comfortable taking responsibility for the actions of untrained civilians with machine guns unless it's absolutely necessary. If they don't hurt themselves, they'll hurt someone else.
Good waffles, huh?
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With what John has to say, he leans towards agreement easily enough. It's reasonable, and all more or less on the same page, like John said.
John's explanation of a reserve force sparks particular interest. Finn thinks of Slip, not for the first time, surely not for the last. Wonders for a brief moment if he could have fared better in something like that, even still attached to the First Order in some capacity.
(The idea washes away, as it always does, in the reality of knowing that the First Order would only ever section off stormtroopers like Slip in order to throw them away more quickly. Lower-tier cannon fodder. But it was nice to have the thought.)
Finn's mouth twitches into a brief, passable smile in spite of himself. ]
Yeah, well. Don't have to be picky to have good taste in food.
[ People always turn out more complicated. most importantly, finn will die to defend his right to eat vegetable-covered pizza and call it tasteful. ]
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[Here's hoping the Waffle House doesn't want a signing bonus.]