The Captain’s Mast was a surprise. Kane figured on a full blown Court Martial, not that he cared. Loring had it coming for what he did, and given the opportunity he would do it again without hesitation. But thinking about it, a Court Martial left records - and records would not have been desirable in these circumstances for those who pulled what they did.

Kane now found himself in the brig, which was not a surprise. He reviewed the charges the Captain, whomever that was that was yelling at him, leveled against him: Conduct Unbecoming. Assaulting A Superior Officer (to which Kane’s response of “NO, SIR. Just a higher ranking one.” prompted an angry outburst from the aforementioned Captain and a stifled laugh from one of the Marines on guard in the room), Violation of Uniform Code, and Insubordination. Kane laughed at the last one and had replied “Apparently you haven’t read my service record, Sir.” Another outburst and then thirty days in the brig.

Kane leaned back in the cell he was in currently by himself, and sighed. “Well, here we are.” and he began singing (poorly) an old Earth song he learned years ago, “San Quentin” by a guy named Johnny Cash. It was about a prison, so Kane felt it appropriate.

Kane, Tac / Med / Brig Rat