Clouded judgement

[MystacX]

As the priority one message dissapears, Dave let's out a sigh. Great he's only gotten his authority for two hour's and already we're going to war. When does he get that we're not a warring faction. We're supposed to be hired and especially paid by warring factions. Not fight without cash. he mused. I hate not shooting people but I hate not shooting people who pick off my targets even more. Guess it's time for me to disobey my first order, there'll be hell to pay but I aint going to get myself involved in a war without some hard cash he finished.

Standing up from his commandchair he turned towards Nav. "Lieutenant, set a course for Sheffield station. Fastest path." The response from the lieutenant came immediatly and acknowledging; a few seconds later the gigantic engines of the massive destroyer hummed to life. "TacOps, keep me posted on any hostile activity within range." Dave barked his orders at the crew. Most of them didn't even notive the tone in which he said them, they all knew that he'd go through hell for each of them as they would for him. "Comms, keep those ears open for cries of help. One, you have the bridge. I'll be in my quarters."

He sat down comfortably in his leather chair. Pressing a button on the desk a small diagram appeared in 3d above the desktop. Dave pressed a second button, a little beep could be heard. "Master Engineer Thomas, to my quarters please."