[h2]Commander Stader Volger
89th LSC CO
Aside With Mika Ganishka[/h2] 

The smaller space of the atrium Captain Ganishka had chosen was more private then the briefing room. Volger would have preferred a ready room or one of the compartments in the infantry section that he had swept regularly; but compromise was important for leadership. Well that and the former-pirate's shoulders were tense enough; Volger was sure she was convinced that this might be the prelude to a change of leadership. 

At least he had left his PDW in the armory. He opened his mouth to begin the usual 'I respect your authority' that was the usual of new Imperial command but the words died on his lips. She wasn't Imperial; at least not like Volger was. She was a pirate that the Prince had swept up into his retinue. 

So Volger dropped tact and went for blunt. 

"You're a pirate. I know that. You see wealth and riches. But they will not come at the cost of my troopers." He jabbed an armored finger into her chest with that last part. "You want a prize ship? Deploy you're band of savages first. I lost three troopers holding the fire control center when all that was needed was a quick sabotage job." 

He was aware somewhere in his tirade he had closed the distance between them until he was nose to nose. Icy blue eyes dueling with predatory steely gray stare. Despite his size and armor; Volger was aware that the pair of commanders stood on even ground in the small atrium.