<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/10d3d207-89ab-4bad-8ec4-99121b394af4_zps3b890d8f.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Commander Var'ishiel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>The Commander calmly accepted the histrionics of the women around him, standing to attention, as was his default state, hands clasped behind his back. Neither assault, physical or verbal, did much to disturb his composure, he gave the Captain the slightest of nods to acknowledge her command, remaining seemingly ignorant of the Klingon clinging to his legs. "Captain." He turned on his heel, oblivious to all else but the command, striding at once for the turbolift to return to his own demesne. He would file reports concerning the actions of his Captain and the Security Officer at a later date, he was not one to disobey any order that seemed to be logical and sensible. With that, the towering Vulcan made his departure, placid as always. What had happened had happened and was beyond his control, but he would have no choice but to file a frank report for his Captain to read, even if she disapproved of his assessment of the situation.