“I am Madeline Dixon-Howard.” She paused, as if she expected some special recognition. “And she,” the fem waved languidly at Fem Sinclair, “is nothing but a street whore and I don’t take orders from street whores.”
Jonal stared back in disbelief. He roared, “Fem, on the Brightstar you are whatever I say you are. Warriors,” he barked as two stepped up immediately, “two of you take this dimwitted excuse for a fem down to the brig to cool her heels. I have no time to deal with her now.” With difficulty, Jonal took hold of his temper, “Moonship Warriors, these fems are the Mission. They are the sole reason for this fleet and essential to our continued existence. You will control this situation and guard them as your honor demands. The Fem Sinclair will assist. I hope I am clear.”
“Aye, Admiral,” answered a young ensign from Whitemoon.
Jonal was halfway down the corridor when he stopped mid-stride.
::Alittle harsh, aren’t we?::Tonas whispered into his mind.