On the razor's edge

Son Goko was on the command bridge of the Thanatos, there were only 48 hours left before the deadline expired, and the detonation would occur. In these months, he had come to know Eneas well enough to appreciate him. He was a just officer; he treated equals as equals and unequals as unequals as unequals, he was just in the deepest sense; he gave to each his due.

In the case of Son Goko, a capable warrior who had not been involved in the navy's organizational chart for a long time, it had given him something that he did not expect in a combat ship crew. He had given him freedom, freedom that encompassed not only his ability to organize his own attack squad but also his freedom to not be subject to the tactics predetermined for the rest, giving him the leeway to decide where and when to intervene.