The Cold Stare

Samji looked on in amusement at the scene. A little bit of a laugh was good for the spirits before such the daunting task ahead of them.

However, it was time to begin the serious part of the meeting soon, so he had to look like the disciplinarian he didn't want to be. He simply stood with arms crossed and a stern stare at the XO as he walked past down the stairs, and everyone seeing the Fleet Captain's disapproval began to lower their conversations and laugher to a low murmor.

He looked at the chronometer. They were already past the time when the meeting was originally supposed to begin, so he slowly made his way back to the stage and podium set up in front of the large holographic display. On his way there he searched the crowd thoroughly for the rest of the Fleet's most senior officers and was coming up with a few missing, most notably, the Fleet's Flagship Captain.

His thoughts briefly went dark. If this was the amount of discipline they were dealing with to combat the Azimuth Horizon and all associated enemy factions, they were doomed.

But he remained ever hopeful for a turnaround and a pulling together of all in that room and others yet to come... for the fate of the Galaxy in the days to come.