The power armored soldier barreled underneath the table and threw it end over end, causing the table to crash against a side wall and splinter as he assisted Sister Scalia in pinning down Commissar Antony.  Food flew in every direction, and utensils scattered into the air like artillery shells, some of them ending up embedded fairly deep into the floor.  Luckily, nobody was injured, though the table was a complete loss.  Commodore Aquairre stamped the proposal on her thigh, and slipped it into her briefcase.  With a single swift, efficient movement, she grabbed a splinter rifle from a nearby guard, and placed a splinter round into the Commissar's neck with perfect accuracy.  He struggled for a few moments, but lost his grip on his plasma pistol and just sat there paralyzed, eyes glowering with outrage.  "Thank you for your hospitality, Lord Captain.  I shall file the paperwork and get you your cruiser.  I would like my funds delivered within the next 72 hours, as contractually stipulated."  She said swiftly, returning the splinter rifle to its original owner.<br/><br/>"Now if you would excuse me, I must return to my ship and attend to Navy business."  She said, looking down at Sister Scalia to pick up her Commissar.  "Excuse me, I shall be leaving as well."  Wing Commander En said softly, taking up Commodore Aquairre's flank.  As she passed Sarah, she whispered almost imperceptibly into her ear "I love you."