As usual, Annalynn was just as inflammatory as usual.

"Follow procedure?" Maggie repeated, eyebrows climbing. [i]"Follow procedure?[/i] Procedure! Ha! I will take whoever wrote those procedures and show them an [i]actual ship[/i] one day, I will show them that if you shut down the servers when your crew is going bananas, you get a mutiny within minutes, I swear to God, if you don't feed these degenerates their nightly supply of xeno-porn they go mad, and don't even get me [i]started[/i] on the fit the admin staff will pitch—"

Her rambling stopped abruptly when Annalynn brought up the captain. She sighed, leaning her forehead against the server block for a moment. "I know," she said quietly. "But we've got no clue where she's gone, and if your science geeks can't find anything, we gotta just...keep going, or Union Command'll have our heads." Her eyes narrowed, and she once again banged her fist against the servers. "And to keep going, I need everyone on this ship to [i]stop breaking my stuff."[/i]