Jaryk eyed Romav as he entered the bridge, there was a clear sense of distaste in his demeanor, and he held nothing back from his comrade who he now had to treat more as a subordinate in order to get his message across clearly. "Lieutenant Romav, was I not clear? I asked you a very direct question, did you think you could handle Ensign Garrou? to which you responded?" Jaryk looked at Viktor, encouraging him to think back to their prior conversation. "You said you could, that any man with a fire for Zeon could be molded into a great weapon under your command." Jaryk clasped his hands together in front of himself looking at Viktor with a slight grin.<br/><br/>"So it seems you and Ensign Garrou have had an altercation Lieutenant. I don't care that you butt heads, I think it can be good to have a little bit of a hot shot, but that means it's your job as the commanding officer to get your squad in line. If Garrou said something that annoyed you, or made you angry, I don't care. Your job is to make sure that all of our pilots are properly prepared and ready for combat. Garrou is not an ideal candidate to have, but he is here and he is one of our weapons, just as you are Lieutenant. It's not like you to get so agitated Viktor, seems like the Ensign got under your skin a little. I need you to have a thicker skin then, I can't have my commanding officers striking subordinates and instigating fights even if they are justified. You have an issue, then bring it to me. As for Garrou, what would you like to do, if you don't think you can work with the man I'll have to move him to another squad, but he remains aboard this ship." The last statement was of interest, why would Jaryk wish to keep Garrou aboard the Fury. Did he have some bond to the young man? They had briefly known one another at the end of the One Year War, but it was a fleeting moment and both men went their separate ways.<br/><br/>"Viktor, you're a great soldier, but I need you to be a great commander, you are my right hand in these matters. I need you to unify our troops, not divide them, as much as they do deserve an ass kicking from time to time. Go about disciplinary measures through the proper channels if you must, but don't let yourself be driven to rash action and don't make me hear about some petty squabble like this through the account of an Ensign that is not even from our ship, is that understood?"<span style="font-style: italic">Garrou, you may be more trouble than you're worth after all</span>Jaryk silently thought to himself. "You are dismissed. I will speak with Garrou, then I will hear nothing more on the subject, you will take control of your squadron or relinquish your command to someone who can. Dismissed"<br/>************************************<br/>Jaryk found the man he was looking for down in the mobile suit hangar, and the somewhat wild looking young man looked every part the overly confident, bragadocious pilot tinkering on the blue Gelgoog R he had piloted for years. Arlen walked with a little bit more pride, a little taller, a little more relaxed on the mobile suit deck. He missed it, and he knew that in some part he saw himself in Garrou, a much younger version of himself at least. But for all the fervor and passion he had as a young man, there was a certain grimness that seemed to haunt Ensign Garrou's footsteps that he never had. A Baoa Qu had been a terrible battle, and Jaryk suspected that some part of the Ensign was still stuck out there amidst the debris, shattered mobile suits and sundered ships. But that didn't matter, and certainly did not excuse his behavior. "Ensign Garrou!" Tyrius jumped at the sight of the Captain out of the corner of his eye, quickly clamboring down from the Gelgoog R's cockpit. Noticing the speed with which the Ensign responded Captain Jaryk nodded, "I see you at least know to show proper decorum to your Captain." There was a tinge to his tone that clearly revealed he was not amused.<br/><br/>"You haven't yet directly violated any orders given to you, but you have certainly been testing your footing with Lieutenant Romav. If I catch wind of any further altercations arising from your actions I will see to it that you are left out with the waste disposal into the colds of space, do you understand me?" Jaryk didn't wait for the Ensign's response, he knew he was being taken seriously, and if he wasn't then Garrou would find out the hard way. "You're not as indispesable as you think Ensign, the sooner you learn your place the better off you'll be." A certain amount of paternal wisdom caught Jaryk's voice, "I understand that you've lost many of your friends to the War Ensign, but we all have. Lieutenant Romav has lost his family and I have lost mine, but we still maintain our dispositions of professional soldiers, get me?" Tyrius could just nod, he hated being spoken down to, but it was all true. Still his anger could only be quenched in the fires of battle, and the Captain could feel it in his bones. "You are dismissed. Don't test my patience again Ensign."<br/><br/>Tyrius walked off to the mobile suit deck to complete his calibrations, using additional resistance to his control pedals in order to give his machine more "feel" of its surroundings. He was still getting a feel for his own surroundings, he didn't fit well within the constraints of such a driven and professional paramilitary. Somehow he almost wished for the chaos of the battles he'd fought in, there was something about those moments that let Tyrius feel aware of himself. Perhaps the smattering of skirmishes since the end of the war had only served as appetizers of sorts to the monster that lurked within him, waiting in the depths of his soul awaiting its chance to taste fear and hatred and war all over again.<br/>--------------------------<br/>At his command console Captain Jaryk could only think back on his interactions with both Romav and Garrou, where Romav was as close to a chosen champion one could find, he had a certain charisma and a credibility that only came with serving time in long an arduous campaigns for Zeon. Garrou on the other hand was like short fused dynamite, with the possibility of taking a toll on friend and foe alike.<span style="font-style: italic">That same sense is there, the same hate that flowed through that boy at A Baoa Qu. I hope I haven't made a mistake by bringing him along...</span>The bridge suddenly shifted to bright red as warning klaxons sounded. "Sir, we've spotted an enemy patrol! 2 Salamis class spotted on sensory readouts!" The crewman called, disrupting Jaryk's inner thought. "Have they spotted us?" The Captain's authoritative voice rang out over the alarms. "I can't be certain sir, but if we can see them, they can likely see us too." Jaryk quickly pointed to a comms crewman "Get our mobile suits out there, tell the Zanzibar to hang back as reserves. We can't have them knowing our total numbers if we can help it.<br/>-------------------------------------------------<br/>ALL MOBILE SUIT PILOTS SCRAMBLE!!<br/><br/>Romav: You hear the sirens go off and immediately know what to do and begin to coordinate among the members of your squad via comm or verbal communication if you're close enough to them to get mobilized. Given your run in with Ensign Garrou what are your orders for him? What are your orders for the rest of your squadron? What formation or weapons loadouts do you want your team to utilize?<br/><br/>Garrou: You hear the scramble alert and are already in your Gelgoog R making minor adjustments to the handling and operation of your unit. Await your orders from either Lieutenant Romav or Captain Jaryk. How are you feeling before potentially going into combat?