Gunner gave the Commander a long cold stare. He could yell, but it wouldn't change the man's mind. He understood that at least.
With his right hand he reached up to the patch on his left shoulder, deftly digging his fingers into the patchwork and seams that held it in place. There was silence on the flightdeck save for the tearing of cloth.
Once the it was free, Gunner took of the winged half-star, his symbolic tie to the Alliance, and flicked it at the Commander's feet. And with that he turned on his heel and walked back to his ship.
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