Yuudaina's job was rarely easy. Even at the best of times, there would always be some crewmembers who felt a need to slack off from their given duties when running a ship; in G-5's second patrol unit, this involved a few more members of the crew in question, and often a substantial amount more violence in both their activities and what was needed to drag them back in line. Not to mention, of course, the casual violations of dress code and basic etiquette that continued to erupt even as heels were put down. Still, the Yuushuu nobleman did try his best to remain above the brutish sadism of lesser crew members, even if some of them were constant thorns in his side.

'And I'm telling [i]you,[/i] Apprentice Volk, that just because nothing's happening with the engines now doesn't mean it won't whilst you're not paying attention!'

And then there were people like Seaman Apprentice Volk Waggen, who seemed not to know what work was, nor the concept of uniform- he was currently wearing what amounted to jeans and a ripped-up t-shirt, with no hint of formality to be found- nor the concept of rank. Or if he did, then he much preferred the concept of blatant insubordination when he thought he could get away with it, which included leading his fellows to gamble at card games. This time around, everyone else had wisely returned to tending the oil-lit engine room long ago, making sure all dials were within appropriate limits and any faults reported to the ship's engineers. To their credit, the scattered machinery all appeared to be functioning perfectly well - no boilers overheating, or engines suffering wear or tear, or anything of that sort. If they kept doing their jobs so well as that all the time...

'Pfft. Whatever, Softie, it's not like the ship's literally about to explode or whatever. Idiot.'

But no, mister Waggen had to be uppity about the whole thing. He wasn't certain he had the authority to demote even a lowly infantryman, but Yuudaina knew how unlikely it was to make a difference with somebody like this. No, once certain limits were passed, one had to give firm reminders about how this ship was run. Permanent reminders, if need be. And admittedly, he would enjoy putting the lout back in his place.

In a single swift movement, Yuudaina grabbed the upstart by the side of his head, and slammed the other side hard into the nearby boiler. For mere seconds he held the man there, waiting until he began to screech in pain, then flung him to the ground face first with a loud metallic WHANG.

'Ah, the wonders of modern technology... objects hot enough to burn a man's skin, and technology advanced enough to keep up justice in the world,' Yuudaina ranted to nobody in particular, projecting his voice over the sounds of Waggen's complaints of 'God damn it, you burned my face!' and other such noises. 'But inevitably, if that technology isn't maintained, the technology breaks, and then how will justice be served? Not at all, I reckon. Hence the need for everybody to [i]do their jobs[/i] within the Marines...'

The subtle hint had everyone who was otherwise observing the Master-at-Arms' annoyance returned to their work. And as for Waggen? 'Fifty pushups, right now, and be glad it's not a hundred,' Yuudaina ordered, drawing a look of rage and contempt from the lesser Marine. A fist punched into the other palm with a CLANG, however, had the man beginning his punishment exercises whilst muttering under his breath. "Beginning", because three pushups in, Yuudaina decided they weren't difficult enough, and stepped up on to Volk's back on his downstroke, drawing yet more enraged upset, including the unique line 'You deadass overrighteous punk!'

'Don't make it a hundred, buster,' Yuudaina would have warned, if the entire ship had not quaked at that exact moment, practically tipping him off of the Seaman Apprentice's back toward the floor. Were he not a man with supreme bodily control, he'd have been sprawled out the way Volk now was; as things were, Yuudaina allowed his perception of time to slow just enough to get something resembling a bearing of what was happening, then held both arms toward the floor, leaving him in a handstand that evolved into balancing on just one hand, and from there to a steady rotation until he was back on his feet. The trick was in keeping one's weight over the point one was balancing on, a trivial act with Life Return to help oneself remain centered, but still apparently worth a few claps from somebody else.

'Don't applaud, that wasn't as impressive as you think it was.' Chiding aside, chances were the entire ship quaking meant that they were under attack, and that meant Yuudaina's abilities would probably be needed ASAP. And if the ship needed to get out of there fast, these folks would need to actually be manning the engines properly.

'Volk, keep going with your pushups. Everyone else, look alive!' the Lieutenant ordered the engine crew. 'We may have a fight on our hands, and if that's the case, then you'll certainly have something to do in the next few minutes! Oh, and make sure Apprentice Volk actually DOES the pushups,' he added as an afterthought, pointing toward the nearest and most trustworthy crew member for the proposed duty as he headed back out. He'd be needed above deck, most likely, or perhaps by the side of his commanding officers if they didn't take the fight deckside. Flawed as they were, they were still the leaders of this crew, and its most powerful members at that, and any help they could get would only amplify their effectiveness short of an overwhelming foe.