Rho-Hux could barely contain his rage at the cybernetic Drexel, this "Husk." Drill sergeants did not speak so respectfully to their worst recruits, and even then, it was with the intention of building them into cold-blooded warriors. Who was this husk? Where did it get off on calling Kleo inbred or calling Salvatore a "Mr. Voidhanger." Back in Rho-Hux's days, calling a ranking officer by a casual name, even one that was beneath you, could be considered grounds for a write-up and a review for possible demotion. 

Rho-Hux scanned for any recognized names, preferably whoever allowed Husk to be slapped, which was the universal sign of "shut the hell up." He also scanned Husk for any rank, job descriptions, or other details.

[color=00a651]"Commander, how do you wish to be identified? I would like to inquire how much data this Husk knows about the type of work we do. Has it been on the battlefield before? Collected intel in a firefight? Has it been shot at, tortured, or hunted like an animal? Has it led soldiers of a hundred worlds into war, and has it been allowed to give such orders? If not, I suggest a proper reprehension is in order. Perhaps it should undergo reeducation procedures to know how to address fellow officers."[/color] Rho-Hux then turned to look at what could best be described as Husk's eyes. [color=00a651]"And if Husk is listing, it may take notes or challenge me to a Yrrkradian duel after I return from my mission."[/color]

Rho-Hux then looked back at the commander, planning to go into stealth mode as soon as the commander gave him permission to leave to show he was done with any conversations for the time being.