Senior Lieutenant Kaiden Caladwarden was in a very unlikely position: Namely, he believed the Captain was being too harsh on Sabatine, or too lenient on him. He did not deign to try and see which he truly leaned toward further, but despite his desire to keep his military record as clean as his esteemed bloodline, he wasn't about to let his lineage keep him from getting his due. He watched Captain Micha watch Hickoring walk away, his visage both disdainful but thoughtful in a sense. Kaiden did not try to know the Captain's intentions. It wasn't his place to ask. 

"Sir," The Prince said. 

"Yes, Lieutenant?" He asked, tone a bit less confrontational. Kaiden would later curse himself for speaking out here, but his honor overrode his better judgement. 

"Sir, I lead the expedition. Regardless of my ignorance, I insist I am to share in her punishment." He declared, already seeing the dismissal in the Captain's face. True he wasn't aware of the extent of the order he had previously given, but he knew that what they had been doing was against regulation and easily could be seen as insubordination. 

"Lieutenant, that is admirable." Micha conceded. "But I have made up my mind. I still need a fresh Lieutenant to help me in other matte-" 

"Fair warning sir, if you do not give me anchor watch, then I will perform an act that warrants it." 

Captain Micha blinked as if struck. "Excuse me?" He asked, deathly quiet. He was about to approach Kaiden with all menace, until his spinelessness caught up to him. Kaiden took it as pragmatism, but Micha simply did not wish to get on this royal man's bad side, nor cause further problems for his crew. "Lieutenant, you're walking a fine line here. Very well, you're on anchor watch. But only for two weeks, and I want you and your fellow officer to still perform your regular duties with as much diligence as if you had just come back from leave, do you understand?" 

"Yes sir, thank you sir." Kaiden replied, saluting with a will. He tried not to seem too pleased. He also realized the irony, not wanting his blood to give him special treatment, only to use the leverage it already gave him to give him his due. He'd leave whether it was right or wrong to the philosophers; or Bushman and Harwen. They'd discuss it until the system's star became a white dwarf. With that, he spun on his heels and was dismissed, marching out of the bridge and rubbing his temples, unable to understand why he was so fucking stupid sometimes. 

He nearly ran into Tilda, who popped out of the side corridor in her business attire. A pencil skirt and a fashionable jacket over a cream white top. Where she kept all of her clothes, he had no idea. 

"So, ready for dinner tonight?" She asked, smiling. 

"About that..." He muttered. "I'm on Anchor Watch."
[@Penny]