Mardusk was pissed. More mad than he cared to admit and part of that was his feeling that the Captain; the woman he had stuck by, defended, and supported without question… even when she was wrong… had let him down and left him swinging in the breeze. To say the meeting with the CO and XO had not gone well was the understatement of the year. And that smug blue-skinned little sycophant… Mardusk thought to himself. Doesn’t even listen… just repeats the same garbage over and over… and his jaw muscles clenched his teeth together as the massive Orion tried not to lash out and put a hole in something.

He stepped off the turbo lift and went into the office. NE G’loy, on duty, looked up and was about to say something when he saw the Security Chief’s face and simply looked down at his terminal and tried not to catch the wrath that was evident.

Mardusk walked into his office and made sure the door was locked and then he started cussing a streak that would have made a Naussican slave-trader squirm in uncomfortableness.

Mardusk, CoS