Captain Asad nearly spat the words. “You have been assigned to the Prosperion orb, at your request no less, and that is where you will stay until you are recalled. The fact that, for whatever reason, everyone in this fleet seems to feel you are the singular exception to regulations and protocol is indulgence enough. You may have, once again, whined, begged and for all I know slept your way out of discipline for being AWOL, but I will not indulge you here. You’re on their orb, and that’s the end of it.”“Please,” Orli begged. “Captain. Please. He needs me. Altin can’t just sit in sick bay for three months with no one here to support him and help with his recovery. You know as well as anyone how important it is to keep a patient’s spirits up.”“He will be getting the finest medical care in the galaxy, and your presence is not required in any fashion whatever while he is soaking in that tank. You need to learn your value to this fleet, Ensign. Humility would be good for you.
