Kol sighed, Rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers. "Tell you what. Go to the Quartermaster's office, get a bottle of the Strongest Alcohol you can stomach, and have a good, strong drink."<br/><br/>He paused then smiled. "Before you get too angry, I did get a link from one of the rescue ships. They managed to capture an Advent captain. Feel free to go to town on her, and wring every tidbit of information out of her. But, don't kill her. We'll leave that for the planetary government."<br/><br/>He paused, then looked at the wrecked commlink. "Now, once you've calmed down and had a stiff drink, go and investigate the Source of that video. I suggest checking the mainframe for flight records. Then, you will go to Engineering, and write a Full report upon the state of the ship's reactors, to be on my desk by Twenty-two hundred tomorrow."<br/><br/>He stood, then Shrugged. "You know, I'll tell you this, in confidence. I've spent too long retired. I've forgotten one of the first rules of commanding a ship. 'It doesn't matter if the people under you like you or not. What matters is that you earn their respect.' So, with that in mind, I'll be writing a few things as well, when we're not under attack."<br/><br/>Silently, he removed the padded gloves, having not bothered with a head protector, and walked out of the gymnasium, the look on his face promising a slow and bloody death to whomever crossed him at the moment.