Why are you here?" A sandy-haired man stepped forward, his arms crossed.

"Name please."

"Petty Officer Johns, Ma'am."

"Thank you, we'll keep the formalities to a minimum so they don't interfere with our work. Call me Commander. In an emergency yell 'Cal'. As to why I'm here, his Highness the Crown Prince Hurbert appointed me. If you have a problem with that, take it up with him. My job is to ask questions which you will then find answers for."

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