After the interception of the Interceptor, the next half an hour went by almost uneventful, and the young Nelson simply spent the time lounging around inside the tower, as things outside were going as much as he anticipated. There was nothing too serious for him to personally intervene, his underlings on the Scythian were doing their job perfectly well. However, the thought did not last long.

His personal earpiece suddenly rang inside his pocket. Nelson took it out and placed it on his right ear.

[b]"This is Lieutenant Nelson speaking."[/b] 

[b]"Sir."[/b] A voice filled with anxiety echoed in his ear. [b]"The crowds are getting out of control."[/b] 

Nelson's eyes jerked violently. 

[b]"People are getting desperate for food, and are trying to break the line."[/b]

Shit.

[i]'What the hell are the marines doing?'[/i] Was the first thought that ran through Nelson's mind

[b]"There even appears to be a small fight outside the ship."[/b] 

[i]'Oh no you don't.'[/i] 

It seems that the order and security that he had been expecting has been broken. 

[b]"Tell me soldier, are there any spare troopers left on the ship?"[/b] Nelson bolted up like a lightning, and left the control room quickly.

[b]"Not much I'm afraid, most are trying to undock the cargo. I can account to probably six only. The rest are ship operators." [/b]

[b]"That's fine. Send them down, now!" [/b]

[b]"Yes sir!" [/b]

To hell with these people. 

Nelson left the control tower within minutes, and was on route towards his ship, the Scythian, to take matters into his own hands. No chaos shall be allowed whenever he is in command. As he got to the line and began pacing with quickness and decisiveness, the crowd that he once enjoyed drawing their attention now greatly irritated him. People were now looking at him weirdly, their shouts being directed to him instead. And he knew that it wasn't praises being thrown at him.

As he approached, he passed through the scene of the fight that the soldier reported him with a weird glance. A young man was on the ground, clutching his shoulders with agony of pain, while two young women, one with ordinary clothings, and the other with military security uniform. He wanted to stop to ask them what the hell was going on with them and that man, but after noticing the sight of six troopers, each with blasters on their hands, he would have to give orders to them first. 

[b]"Good thing you are here soldiers."[/b] He addressed the six soldiers, dismissing all the salutes and at ease and such. [b]"I want every single one of them to stand orderly in their lines. I don't want violence, but if they dare to invoke conflict on us, you are allowed to use all means to subdue them, except for killing."[/b]