Sam settled himself in his own chair and the rest of the room sat. A bell rang and a steward appeared with a pair of wine bottles that were quickly passed around by the officers.<br/>"Rabbit," he gestured to Peter, "and Bee," Brenna, "have been with the ship for about 8 years, we plucked them out of the GSN's reject pile after they flushed out all their troublemakers and they who couldn't hack military life."<br/>Then to Will. "Wizzo we picked up five years ago. Poor kid was freelancing grav lens maintenance work on asteroid mining lasers," then to the young blonde, "and Miranda, well," he furrowed his brow. "How did you get here?"<br/><br/>Miranda shrugged. "Never met a wireless I couldn't fix," she said, "fixed one comms array and kinda never left."<br/><br/>Sam smiled and picked up his glass. "Mika and Hawk," he gestured to the Doc, "and the rest of my officers were all GSN regulars aboard then-GNS<i>Manticore</i>before the idiots in parliament broke up a perfectly good Navy."