The Hawk<br/>Stateroom, The Triton<br/><hr/><br/>The Hawk wished he could smile. The flutter his pronouncements had created in the last few minutes amused him to no end. It was as he'd expected, and his years training men and turning them into hardened soldiers provided him enough experience to know how people reacted to the realization that they were in hostile territory. Eloise had submitted herself to whatever fate held for her, while the skipper girl was still stubbornly holding on to her demand. The Hawk wondered if she still truly believed he would pay her protests any heed, or if she was doing this just so as not to appear defeated. And then there was the third, who'd sprung up to her friend's defense, but didn't protest like her.<br/><br/><strong>"I am glad you saw sense in submitting to the procedures, Miss Eloise"</strong>, he said, nodding at her.<strong>"You'll soon realize you made the right choice." </strong>He made a mental note about how this one would become his personal favorite to work on, for she seemed malleable enough. Shifting his gaze to Jaimie, he said,<strong>"Miss Jaimie, I appreciate your gesture of standing up for your friend. I have no intention of further explanation though. You have a choice to make soon - whether you want to stay in this lovely stateroom or head out to share Miss Ophelia's punishment."</strong>He wanted to let her consider her options, and it was now time to focus on the redhead.<br/><br/><strong>"Miss Ophelia, before I announce your sentence, seeing as how bull headed you can be at times, I need to warn you. If you decide not to cooperate and make any attempts to flee out of the room, please remember there are dozens of navymen outside. Officers and ensigns, young and old. They all have one thing in common though - they haven't felt the sensation of a female body close to theirs for months now. Even my rules won't be able to tame a bunch of hungry men pouncing on someone as attractive as you dressed in that outfit."</strong><br/><br/>He turned to the two officers, and addressed Macheath,<strong>"Commander, Officer, I realize this may seem a waste of your time, but I would trust no one else with the  task, seeing as how delicate the situation is and how wild the girl. Miss Ophelia here has disagreed to submit to safety procedures on board the sub, which is tantamount to disobeying the commanding officer. She has been defending her decision and has even encouraged others to do so. If allowed to stay free, she's liable to spread indiscipline and chaos, not to mention be a constant security hazard. I hereby order that she be arrested and kept under lock and key. Solitary confinement is an option, but given her behavior, I wish to make an example of her so that none of the others here may get any ideas. She'll therefore be kept in a makeshift holding cage in the crew dining hall, where everyone can see her locked up, until the time I deem it fit to set her free."</strong><br/><br/>He let Ophelia, and the other girls, absorb the news. With sheer sadistic pleasure, after a few seconds, he added,<strong>"Of course, to ensure the safety of the vessel, we still need to make sure she's not hiding anything under her clothes. I entrust that task to you, Commander. If she resists, don't hesitate to use physical force to restrain her. Her clothes will be kept away during the time she's in the cage, for that will teach her how to obey rules." </strong>He nodded to Macheath to proceed. He wanted the girls to watch the proceedings, and realize they had absolutely no control over their own lives whatsoever for the duration of their stay here. Nothing like watching a friend suffer, when it came to mental disintegration. Once he'd meted out the punishment to their 'skipper' they'd all fall in line. And then he would smile.<br/>