The doors to the mess hall hissed and parted. The three stepped inside and paused. Navarre drew a deep breath. "My crew." He shook his head, a faint grin touching his lips. "Captain," Silvaria spoke clearly. "We have been considering this situation after viewing the images you brought back." "Considering?" Navarre wasn't sure of how this was leading. "Your ship, your command, Captain. We will follow your orders in any decision you make." Tia chimed into the conversation. "If there is any possible chance or way that we can help them; then we are willing to forfeit any profits to you and the Orpheus." Mileena spoke her turn. "Full agreement, Captain," Sil spoke again. "But in the end. Its you decision and we will obey that ruling." Navarre glanced across the table at the Doctor. " I'd swear you incited a coupe aboard this ship, Doc." He chuckled lightly. "Get the Lancers flag officers aboard." He smiled broadly. "There are plans to work out and detail."