The General shook his head at Ceraun's remarks, spreading his arms as if to show he couldn't help it. "It is not feasible to build ship interiors out of quad-plating. You are aware they used an improvised weapon, yes? The problem is not security in things that should be secured, it's in the fact that we cannot, let me stress that, [i]cannot[/i] spend so much resources on transportation vessels as to make them completely idiot and/or psychopath proof. What we can consider now is not what to do with our ships, but what to do with Zelthis. To keep him in your control, so to say", he argued. While being able to make any- and everything safe from manipulation would be ideal, the Fleet could not burn that many resources for it. They needed more in quantity, everything could not go to quality. Next thing he did was look around the room, trying to find the person whose insight in this matter might be the greatest: The one that purged the threat in the first place. To his surprise, he couldn't see his sister anywhere nearby. "Hm, tell me, have you seen Captain Vropda lately, any one of you? They should have the most detailed knowledge of this... And yet I know one thing I can already blame: The guards had failed in doing their work. Had they followed their orders, we'd not be here now." With Vropda missing, he pointed his metallic arms towards the opposing walls of the room and requested input from the rest: "But please, don't leave me in the dark about your opinions. I'm sure there is something you can say? Duke Virne will want to hear it anyway, best rehearse it now." His artificial face betrayed his feelings about this investigation, with a telltale wince appearing as he mentioned Duke Virne. The man was strict and thorough, great qualities when you were not under suspicion yourself. Thoroughly unpleasant when you were. [@JBRam2002][@Zverda][@Gordian Nought][@Corporal Lance][@Big Dread]