*Captain's Quarters OOC: Really should've said Office, or something...makes it sound like they're in my personal quarters. XD This is just a small office.
Lorval stands as his crew enter and clasps his hands behind his back.
"Would someone care to explain to me what on Earth happened at Quark's today?" He asks, after looking at each of them in turn.
OOC: I'm just going to assume you all tell it like it is, so I can continue. Saves time. If you guys have problems with this, let me know, and I can edit this post.
Lorval sighs as they finish recapping the events at the bar. He looks up at Tukal.
"And you felt it necessary to get involved, despite me ordering you not to do so?"
He looks at the others.
"I realise that one of the attractions of working on this ship is not having to abide by stringent Federation standards when it comes to most aspects of daily life, but at the very least I expect you to follow my orders. I cannot afford to have you starting brawls in every tavern, bar or recreational building we enter, just because someone slighted or bumped into you."
Lorval turns his attention on Emray.
"I don't blame you for what happened, Emray, and I feel that Starfleet's judgement was a little harsh. Still, you need to keep your mechanics in line. If anything like this ever happens again, I'm going to have to keep them ship-bound at any port of call we dock at."
He then addresses all of them.
"That goes for any of you. You're lucky I don't dock your pay for this. Return to your posts. Tukal, if you would stay behind? I have something more I want to discuss."
