"You are<em>relieved</em>, Airman," Captain Versine growled, her icy blue eyes boring into Kader. Versine was perhaps the archetypal lowly imperial officer: highly ambitious, but lacking the vision and creativity required to realize those ambitions; obsessed with order and regulation, but saddled with the unruly dregs cast off by the more elite units of the Empire. Her vessel, the<em>Gozanti</em>-class cruiser<em>Caveat,</em>was a rather minor and ignominious posting, and yet even this dubious honour often seemed like the perfect example of an officer rising to the level of their incompetence.<br/><br/>"You will be confined to quarters until our operation on Cymoon I is complete," she continued. "And if you say another word, your new quarters will be in the brig. Do I make myself clear?" She turned around, gazing out the through the bridge's viewport as the<em>Caveat</em>as it crawled along its course to rendezvous with the fuel depot. "Given the nature of our mission, I suspect we will do just fine without you. Guards," she waved a hand dismissively. A pair of navy troopers stepped to attention. "Escort Airman Andromais back to his quarters."<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am," the troopers acknowledged, and moved to flank the pilot, escorting him off the bridge.