Khan heard the commotion going on all over the ship, and his eyes blazed.
He hit a button on the office wall, rotating open the panels to the CIC and scooped up the growler phone.
"It should be noted, and noted well," his voice echoed around every deck, every room and every space. "That recruitment is in the Domain of the Ranking Commissar on duty, and that is me. I have the authourity of His Watchful Eye, to execute any and all of you muppets if you continue to shoot MY APPLICANTS. I request... nay... DEMAND that all SCRA fighter Corps Officers not assigned to this vessel depart immediately and report back to Zvedsney Gorodok where the Premier himself will deal with you."
He turned, furious. "This is not a rousing children's game of shoot the Fascist, nor is it play time with guns... You are lucky I don't charge the lot of you with Murder! You have five minutes to comply with this request... or my men will start lining you up against bulkheads, irregardless of your rank, and putting bullets into the backs of YOUR heads!"