Protheus leaned over the commander and checked the navigation screen. He felt some relief when he realized whose ship they were on. He couldn't stop a slight smile from cutting across his face, and took a moment to mentally rejoice that he was not on any coalition ship. The Commander and his insults were a different story however. Protheus had grown sick of the commander, and punched him in the back of the head hard enough to leave a lump, but not hard enough to knock him unconscious. "You can just shut up, what would happen to me if we were on one of your friendlies? I highly doubt I'd be welcomed with anything besides hot plasma up my ass, and cuffs around my wrists."