"I'm not questioning your skill in your field of expertise, LC. I'm questioning your ability to do your job without giving backsass. You ignored Nova's first directive, even though she's in charge of this whole thing as a trial run. Then you blatantly lose your own temper after failing to ensure that both craft were of serviceable quality.. and then you ignore my direct order to change roles and ensure that the installed vessels reach their intended destinations... and now you're telling me that you've 'thought about it' like you have any real choice in the matter."
Murray, in a small fit of rage, drew her rapier and pointed it at him. From this distance, it was harmless, but the fact that she'd draw it against him was clear of how pissed she was. "Now... you're either going to get back to work and forget about this whole charade, or I can keep true to my word and turn you into a shishkebab right here.. right now.. I have no problems dealing with insubordinate officers, Taylor. The last man who made me this furious didn't make it off the Fairbanks. I'm sure you don't even want to see how far I'll go with someone like you.."
One of the men lowered their weapon, eyeing Murray. "M-ma'am.. maybe you should try calming down...?"
The brave soul took a gulp, unsure if what he said was smart.
