The battle of Nakor. (3) Gray.

"I won't die with them," Orlan continued, his tone growing sharper. He placed his hand on the laser pistol holstered at his side, letting the implication hang heavily in the air. "And neither will anyone on this bridge. We are retreating. That's an order. And I will not tolerate insubordination."

The bridge fell into a tense silence as everyone processed his words. The officer who had spoken up hesitated, his hands trembling as he looked between his console and his captain.

"Understood... sir," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Good," Orlan said, turning his attention back to the holographic map. "Now get us out of here before those bastards turn us into space dust!"