Ana remained dead calm,  her purple eyes focusing on no one in particular as she gazed around the room ans once more gestured to end the pointless standoff. " The fething order is to stand down. That is to everyone! " her voice was still calm and demure but stern,  a steel behind the velvet of the traders voice,  her hair partially coming undone from the bun, glints of two white bonelike objects visible.<br/><br/>" The next one to even think of drawing a gun on my bridge will be flogged. And if you fire the gun I will airlock you with a voidsuit and a days air. That is that. Weapons down. Now. "<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>