Aikens’ mouth popped open, but for once in his life he was speechless. He simply stood there, his lips pursed into a silent. Oh.
“I realize that this is an unusual circumstance,” Vorgens continued, “but the standard regulations clearly point out that all Imperial Marine personnel are subject to Star Watch jurisdiction.”
“But a junior officer can’t assume command from a full brigadier.” the exec protested.
Vorgens smiled tightly. “The regulations have no provision in them that prohibits such an action. I am the only Star Watch officer on this planet. I represent Star Watch Headquarters. I am not satisfied with Brigadier Aikens’ handling of the situation, therefore, I must relieve him of duty. There is no one else to place in command but myself.”
“You’re taking command of my Force?” Aikens rasped, finding his voice at last.
“This is not a decision I arrived at lightly, I assure you,” Vorgens said to the brigadier. “I can see no alternative. I know this is unpleasant for you. It is equally unpleasant for me.”
“Unpleasant!” Aikens screamed. “By all the gods of war, 111 have you shot before the sun comes up!” He began punching buttons on his desktop communicator.
Vorgens shook his head. “I’m afraid that you’ll find the drcadnaught is already under my command. I would appreciate it if you’d take off those guns and hand them over to me.”
For a stunned instant, Aikens stood frozen behind the desk. Then he slowly unbuckled the gunbelt and tossed it on the floor at Vorgens’ feet. Vorgens waited for another explosion from the brigadier. Instead, the older man seemed more bewildered and uncomprehending than anything else. He sank down in his chair and stared ahead blankly.