“Mister Journeyman,” Grimm called, without turning his head. “Aye, Captain?” “You stay.” An incredulous, absolutely acidic epithet split the air. “I believe the phrase you used was ‘jumped-up wollypog’? If you are too valuable to show proper deference and courtesy to my XO, you are certainly too valuable to risk in a firefight with Auroran Marines, Journeyman. That’s how it is.” The engineer’s ongoing curses faded into the background as Grimm began to trot forward, and his men came with him.
