Steele seemed a bit startled as he held the phone piece away from his mouth and shouted "Ascend 15 degrees roll 'ard ta port fallered by straightenin up an seein wot those bastards do next!" He wasn't being paid to drive this thing to it's demise and he wasn't about to suffer 1/5th of this ships gas. Further more his employer could bitch all she wanted while she had a ship to bitch about.