May I ask you why, in the name of the Seven Tribes have you taken this enslaving filth under your wing, MV?? - Vociferated Ynghild
- Yng...
- Don't fucking "Yng" me! These people - her people - still don't see a problem enslaving other people! My people!
- She is a survivor of Niarja. I care not for the beliefs and customs of the Amarr, however wrong they may be. All I care for is a dependable, loyal and skilled pilot that can join our ranks. She excells at flying those massive armoured, slow-as-a-snail ships as much as you do with the nimble Matari ones! Can't you see how you both complement each other?
- Fuck you, MV...

MV let out a slight smile, realizing the situation has been finally defused.
- When I'm no longer able to make the right calls, I want you to take lead. You have my love and trust that nobody I've ever met has.

Wiping tears with her backhend, Ynghild recovered the usual stoic composture, looked eye to eye with MV's and nodded.
- Yes, MV... Captain.

She then executed a flawless military salute and walked away, raising her fist in respectul defiance.
MV couldn't be more proud.