Based on the scene from Aussie naval drama Sea Patrol Season 4 Episode 5 where the new Buffer, Dutchy, turns and advances in an intimidating if not outright threatening manner on the XO, and she reacts nervously to this. Dutchy is a large, broad, tall man and X is a slender, small, slight woman. She used the appearance of more crew to make her escape.
It irked me that she reacted nervously, as she is supposed to be a seasoned lieutenant in the RAN. He had no right acting in this way, but regardless of that she has all the regs in the world on her side. This following scene is my reaction to that “irkedness”.
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“If this is how you did things on the
van Buuren, Petty Officer, then they’re going to stop right here and now, because they’re not acceptable on
this ship!” she declared to his retreating back.
He stopped, then turned around slowly and deliberately made his way back up the corridor to her.
There was noting overtly threatening about the move, but it set off the hairs on the back of her neck. His massive frame – which easily outweighed her twice over – filled the corridor and his silence and the set of his face all combined to make him appear distinctly menacing.
She took in all of this in barely a second and was momentarily shocked into stillness herself as he continued to advance. Then her disbelief faded and reality crashed back in.
Her own face hardened and she strode right up to him herself to deny him any further strides of his own.
“You have anything you wish to say to me, P.O.?” she asked in a deceptively soft voice as she glared up at him into his ice-blue eyes.
“Nobody likes a smart-mouthed officer digging around in business that’s none o’ their concern,” he rumbled.
“You’d better be
tezha’n kidding me, P.O.,” she ground out.
He said nothing, only flexed his huge hands as he glared down at her.
“Are you threatening me, P.O.?” she asked, again in a low, dangerous tone as she let him have the full force of her incensed glare. “Because if you are, you’d better be prepared to kill me.”
His smouldering glare took on an astonished timbre, as if he wasn’t sure he’d actually heard what she’d just said.
“I asked you a question, Petty Officer Second Class!” she screamed at him, the sound of how shrill her own voice was only making her more furious. “Are. You. Threatening. Me?!” she yelled again before continuing, “Because if you are, killing me is the only way I’m not going to have you hauled up on charges and booted out of the Fleet! Just who in the Hell do you think you are?! I’m not some whimpering schoolgirl who’s going to wet herself and blubber just because some Neanderthal knuckle-dragger with an attitude problem thinks he can intimidate me with intimations of physical violence!” she yelled up at him, her eyes blazing and teeth flashing.
Feet spread, fists on her hips, chest heaving as she regained the breath she’d expended, she waited a seeming eternity for any kind of answer from him.
After long seconds, he subsided into a sullen glower. “No, Lieutenant, I’m not threatening you.”
“You’re on report for insubordination,” she snapped out, voice smoking. “Report to your divisional officer for disciplinary measures. Dismissed!”
His glower simmered and threatened to boil over again, unable to quite believe what just happened here, but she snapped out, “
NOW, P.O.!”, not budging or backing down one millimetre.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and stalked away.