Darion cocked an eyebrow at the Lieutenant that met them, First Lieutenant Rhi.  That was especially at her words directed at them.  Though he grinned at her definition of ‘military action’.<span style="color: green">“I don’t count it as military action, I call what happened there was a 'day at the office'.”</span>He replied back, making a joke out of it.<span style="color: green">“Plus, I figure since the military couldn’t do anything to save that queen, We had to save her from being a breeding slave to tentacle freaks.”</span>That part was completely serious.<br/><br/>Of course as she said, it wasn’t up to this woman, so why bother pleading his case to her.  Of course she mentioned his Dishonorable Discharge, and that he was a disgrace.  The memory of what caused his discharge immediately flashed through his mind.  Half a dozen Bulor women on their knees, hands tied, and completely helpless.  They had injuries from combat, and were completely helpless.  He was arguing with his CO, and some of the other soldiers.  Darion was fighting with them about what to do.  The soldiers wanted to murder the POWs, he was fighting against that decision.  It ended with his fist knocking the CO out cold in one punch.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Do not judge my actions unless you know the truth about my discharge, ‘Lieutenant.’”</span>he stated coldly to the woman, emphasizing her low rank.  She had likely joined the military after his discharge.  He didn’t seem to glaze over Kes’s own argument to her discharge.<br/><br/>Especially when she mentioned that the ship AI itself had ratted them out… that probably also meant that they knew about him and the queen in the common area on the table and floor… and all the other times that the beds were put to good use.  But at least it sounded like Klaxx was taking the blame willingly for the action.  Maybe Darion could actually respect that, and could imagine why.  The queen was safe, his mission had been successful.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>