Alvarez's jaw locked as he eyed the recruit, "Si..."
The ship shuddered under the hammering of weapons-fire on the shields.
Alvarez nodded his head to Ben, "they picked this fight, Hermano. We shall finish it... You!" he pointed to the recruit. "You see that weapons console over there, si? You will take control of the pulse cannon..."
"Captain?" The TNC-officer asked in surprise. "He isn't trained..."
Alvarez rounded on him, drilling a finger into his chest, "Do...not...question...my...orders...capiche?"
The short, angry man turned on the recruit again, as the Titans took another strafing run. "You want to prove your worth, esse? Get in the chair!"