"Check the thrusters."
The old commander commanded a young voice over the radio chirped back with a "yes sir". Tolliver had been monitoring the ship's systems for the longest time, at least that's what he could really do. Should a fight break out that would require the capital ship to engage in space combat. He was never one to endorse the peace talks unless it was the coalition surrendering it shouldn't really matter. If it was up to him he would have ended the Coalition fleet before them without a second thought. It wasn't though, and ending his career thus far it wouldn't benefit himself - nor make the Empire happy. The small office that Tolliver occupied was decorated sparsely, most likely because he liked it that way.
On his PDA the holographic files of various personnel appeared in front of him. The first one that came to his attention was Chloe O'Connor. A nobody from Ganymede, who happened to be a fresh pilot. Tolliver's face crinkled as he frowned as he read the dossier, he wasn't fond of FNGs especially ones as young as her. She would soon become a veteran unless she failed to keep her wits about her but to Tolliver new pilots were favored less than a hardcore veteran. The next dossier, Atalyah Mäkinen a decorated veteran and a family man. Despite his special forces record being, less forthcoming in the dossier his kills and record seemed clean enough. Tolliver made a mental note and moved the dossiers aside, while all pilots needed to be read over the team so far - especially the ISS were brow raising.
"Sir the thrusters are reporting normal." Came the same young voice as before, Tolliver turned his chair to face the small viewing window behind his desk. He looked out to the bright skies before him, the station in front of him and the free space seemed quiet. It would only be a matter of time before they would leave, hopefully. Diplomats and talks could be oh so boring for the average person, but for Tolliver, they were the ones that say kill or hold fire. Gripping onto his seat he leaned back, it's as if he could rest for once but rest only came for the dead and not for those living on borrowed time. Keying his headset to respond, he spoke with chapped lips.
"Check them again."