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The minutest flicker of annoyance flashed across Roy's face...whether it was at the question itself, or at the subject of the question--the Nivarians--was debatable. Not bothering to match Izzy's professional tone, but muting the hostility in his voice, he half-turned to face her, not removing his attention from the Nivarians. "Old prejudices die hard, Ensign." Izzy was obviously in reporter mode, and he made his best effort to answer accordingly...but when he realized, as he was speaking, that he was unsure of how to address her on camera, he defaulted to military ranks.
"A lot of our allies have been out in space a lot longer than we have, and many of them assume that grants them some kind of seniority, regardless of the fact that their leaders have agreed to act as equal members of the APF. Takes some time for the old-guard personnel to either process their new status, or to be replaced for failure to follow directives...so we occasionally have to make some battlefield-expedient solutions." He didn't bother to try and mask the thinly-veiled threat...especially now that the situation was documented on camera and the handler was in open defiance of the latest directives from the Cavet.
He spared a glance back at his own personnel. "Let's move, people! Just because this jackass can't follow his orders doesn't mean we don't!" Lowering his voice to a more conversational level, he continued, "That means you, too, Larry. We've got better things to do than punish this larg for his handler's stupidity..."