Things had settled down since the bug attack on the bridge and the subsequent medical check. Marceau paced in his ready room, hands behind his back. It was time he and Commander Grace had a private chat about her conduct earlier in sickbay. He’d paged her to the ready room already, now he awaited her arrival, somewhat nervously.

It had to be done though. Questioning his orders in front of his crew couldn’t happen. And the things she’d said had been insulting. If they were going to be an effective command team, this had to be settled. Finally he sat down, hiding his nerves, waiting quietly.

~ Renault, CO