He touched his finger tips together as he looked back at the Ensign opposite him. He had just thumbed through a report and it was just about up to standard. “Ensign you understand that we need to be completely thorough in our reports with little to no ambiguity?” He looked up to see the Ensign nodding. “Good then. Next time just input a bit more detail it would make our job that much easier. Dismissed.”

The Ensign stood up and left. Davon was pretty sure he heard something muttered but didn’t pursue it.

He moved the report into the main database, and catalogued it under public disorder. “Damn Marines.” He shook his head and looked at the cell to the right there was a Marine with his arm held across his eyes trying (he assumed) to block out the bright lights.

NE Jefta had been decided that sparring would more fun in the crew lounge after a few too many drinks, it was trying to sleep it off.

“Private Jefta!” He said unnecessary loudly, “Up you get. I wont tell your XO this time but please bare in mind that we are the law on this ship not you or the fly boys.”

He pressed the console and the barrier dropped down. “Go on get out.”

The marine slowly got to his feet and left quickly if a little wobbly.

Davon sighed and took his seat. It was already going to be a long day.

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