[center][color=Teal][h1]Agatha Smith[/h1][/color][b]DEPOT STATION, NEW ANCHORAGE[/b][/center]
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"Sir." 

Agatha's head turned mechanically towards Graham. In contrast to her aroused neighbor, she viewed Graham with a level of heightened curiosity and respect. Being formerly an independent NC pilot, Agatha was familiar enough with working under a cornucopia of commanders whose skill and leadership ability could fit on a sliding scale from Suicidal Incompetence to Future Emperor of the New World Order. Regardless of who she worked under, it was expected and appreciated if she could be respectful until she had seen them act under pressure. Being cocksure and dismissive under a good commander reflected poorly upon yourself, while slighting a bad commander would find your life at risk in retribution.

Furthermore, this wasn't the first time she had encountered Graham. Even with thirty years of history separating their first and last encounter, she wouldn't forget that final battle In her old career. His skill behind an NC was beyond reproach, but she couldn't judge him as a leader of people just yet. Just as she had to prove herself to him, even in her desperation she had to gauge the man who effectively owned her. 

"What would you consider an unacceptable action during an operation or on base? What lengths are you willing to go to achieve New Anchorage's goals [i]and[/i] your own?"

Would they partake in the slave trade? Raid bountiful settlements for resources? Sell there services to fight in corporate proxy wars? She didn't have an personal issue with the actions, but knowing the lengths their commander would go was a good judge of his character for Agatha.