"One would agree, sir." A voice replied coolly, "One would be glad that the Union has not seen its last sun rise."
He turned, recognizing the voice almost instantously, she was a small woman, around five-five, brown hair and deep brown eyes he could almost smile. He didn't, eying her with a deep content that he did to most of the soldiers under his command. "Lieutenant Foyer, glad to see you're up in about."
The remaining "loyalist" troops had hit the ship a week before, a last ditch effort to stall, maybe convince the old government that the new one was needed. That they would go back to the isolationist ways, forget about exploring the galaxy. They boarded, fought hard and while injuring some the grew, found themselves dead, Jacqueline Foyer was one of the crew members who fought along side the Admiral. He would remember her for that, and that she fought damn hard.
Good soldiers were always hard to find. He appreciated her for that, thus he recommended her for a couple of medals. They would be approved in due time.