A simple survey of the area around Malta, to make sure that no...undesirable elements had decided to set up shop during the later patrols of the previous day. Both fortunately and expectedly, I found no issues to speak of.
Of course, something -always- has to go wrong.
After detecting an anomalous energy outburst within Malta's orbit, I found two pilots, bickering like small children. One of them had, apparently, "tested" their fighter weaponry on the gunship. The gunship pilot, in turn, decided to scrap the fighter.
While I made attempts at moderation, if only to stop the idiocy clogging the local comms bands. I failed, as neither were in a reasonable mood. Being quite annoyed from the experience, I decided to dock.