As Captain Fitzgerald and Lt. Cmdr Ares headed back toward the Centurian, Colin's face was very neutral, a sure sign that something was brewing inside that typically good-natured Irish head of his.
(eh?)
"The politics," he said simply. "I could do without them. The service asks that we do our jobs, and do them to the best of our ability. To do anyting less is unacceptable. To tolerate anything less is unacceptable."
(eh?)
He sighed, and shook his head as if to clear it. "But that's over now, and we get to go back to our ship, where its hand-picked crew has never done anything *but* its best. Likely n ever thought of doing anythign less than its best, I would imagine."
(eh?)
"The prisoner is entirely under your command, Commander. In areas of his security, no one's orders supercede yours, not even my own, am I clear?"
(eh?)
"I don't see any reason why any Centurian personnel outside of your security force should have to interact with him. Therefore, only with both my and your consent may any other crewmember come into contact with the prisoner."
(eh?)
"And to prevent the curious from geting too... curious, only essential personnel will even be allowed into the brig. It shall not become a loitering spot."
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Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD
Randy J. Ferrance, DC, MD
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