When the Kilrathi fighters had arrived on an attack run, the Intelligence Officer had delivered her analysis calmly and dispassionately. She never gave her opinion - but to be honest she didn't need to. She'd been prepared to die with the rest of the crew.
Except the flag officer had decided to jump, leaving four transports to their fate... something the Kilrathi had made propaganda hay of.
Now this 'coward' ship, having survived by only one vote on the repair board, was starting to work its way back. Not going up against the enemy, oh no, they were stuck dealing with pirates.
Langer moved over to the com, calmly pressing down the button.
"All air crew to the briefing room at 1100 hours", he said over the intercom. Then he went to fix himself a sandwich, filling it with some of the tuna his father's company produced.