[h2]John[/h2]

John might have been new to the command structure of big ships; but he was pretty sure an all hands briefing should have been more briefing then an open forum debate. 

Sure, he was learning helmsmanship on the fly, but he had a basis at least in aerospace navigation. He was sure at least half of the crew crowding into the bridge got their ideas on space travel from Network shows and those articles that always popped up on news feeds.

[quote=@PrinceAlexus] “Hey? Course? We have a plan besides running from place to place, destroying our own space station and manually detaching an access tunnel with explosive bolts.”

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The short kiellar that spoke up looked even shorter from the depths of the standard sized crash seat. John might have given a laugh at the dissonant if he didn’t feel the slight burn of shame.

“The station was an accident.” He jabbed back. Slightest bloom of color on his cheeks. On a screen behind him the station silently rocked from a secondary explosion. A flurry of metal and flame briefly flaring from the wound he had torn in the station. “As for the course. We have one out of system. Random jump. After that however…” 

He trailed his voice off and met the short kiellar’s eyes. A hopeless shrug of his as he tried to puzzle what her function on the ship was. Her cobbled together outfit left him no clue other then she probably was like him; finding a function amidst the scramble to evacuate. 

Then the pair of medical officers started talking on pirates. John resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Sure pirates were definitely on the threat list. They were just not anywhere near the top of his list of worries. More like a middle ground. All one had to do was make the chase not worth the reward. 

[quote=@Flarbinia]

"Don't get me wrong. I have the upmost faith in the ability of the soldiers and security personnel who made it onboard to repel pirate boarding parties. It's just that, as Chief Medical Officer, concern over potentially life-threatening risks to those onboard this vessel."
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“Well as the one piloting this hunk of metal. You can be assured that I have concern for the well being of this ship well in hand.” 

Perhaps a bit more hostile than he intended. But it had been a day. 

[i]Speaking of hard day.[/i]

A search of his survival pouch in his vest fielded a prize. The whiskey bottle from the bar. Half filled and still intact despite the tribulations of the day. 

A swig tamped down his emotions and he passed the bottle to the nearest station. The short kiellar with the ridiculously large boots. 

“Besides it’s not like the pirates send out a newsletter for their latest hotspots. “