NARRATOR: Bristlecone, Command Deck...
TAGON: So... orders, Cox'n?
PARA: Bristlecone! Stow the foils, swing barrels tight, and bring us in!
Tagon! Murtaugh! We've got fifteen bunks, five officer berths, and thirty-five souls aboard.
Give me a three-shift duty roster that keeps those souls from sleeping on tables in the Company Mess.
TAGON: What about the--
PARA: *interrupting* The Captain's Cabin goes to you and your father. Share.
PARA: Tailor, you're the only corpsman we've got. The Medbay is your space. Own it. I don't want anybody dying in it.
Schlock! Transfer my day-bag to the Robotics Bay on Main-Deck. That space will be my quarters and my office until further notice.
PARA: Andreyasn! You have my permission to build a lab in the Cargo Bay.
Make it... Pi-proof.
Shodan! General! Run everyone else through prep-dress on Maindeck! Lock what's staying, wear what's going outside.
ELF: Wow.
PARA: I'm sorry, Commander Foxworthy. Did I surprise you with a display of competence?
ELF: Maybe, ma'am, but "wow" was for the view.
PARA: DISMISSED.