Military Democracy

[Petitioner]

Lieutenant-Commander Max "Barrelman" Schlesinger
Quartermaster, Acting Gunnery Chief

---

Pleasantly surprised by the civility of this meeting thus far compared to the last, QM Schlesinger couldn't help but be amused by the typically oh-so-spirited CE offering his vote to someone else. With that said, it was hard to be surprised the most outspoken authoritarian among the crew would offer it to the captain. Cigarette already in mouth, Max raised his hand, rising as Howe pointed at him after acknowledging Jeong's deferment with a nod.

"Personally, I'm of a similar mind to Jeong here, folks. If Crete's likely to stab us in the back or shower us with everything we'd ever wanted, Rheinland's most infamous bleeding-hearts are likely to do next to nothing. Yet, assuming we have the fuel, I don't see the harm in jumping there thru' hyperspace, and if they make bad on their offer of assistance, fly out to the Omicrons with the main drives.

"If there's one thing I don't expect from the Bundies, it's a backstab. Fact they can't field capitals of their own indicates to me they'd need a hell of a large squadron to take us out, even as busted as the Klaxon is at present, and no matter how I figure it, I can't see a reason they'd gun for us. Even if we get nothin' more than water and flour from 'em, Ortega and the line cooks would appreciate it, and we'd be good for a few more weeks. All that said, can't help but vote aye."

His characteristically to-the-point speech finished, he silenced his drawl and retook his seat, rump planted firmly on a cafeteria table and one foot resting on the bench. Howe marked one tally under "RESUPPLY" and called out the next mate to raise their hand.