"I said, sir," Mercado stared evenly at his Captain. Maybe this would hurt his career, maybe not. At this point, he just wanted his Captain to hear it. "That your security department feels crapped on. Feels like they are the joke of your ship. Feels like no one else is going to watch out for them. So, sir. I try to take care of them myself, sir. If I remember right sir, I was arranging a religious day off for one of my crewmen that day that he put in a request for two months ago, that no one." Lt. Alexander. "Bothered to okay. I take full responsibility for my mistake in trusting them. But the only ones who haven't moonlighted to other departments, are pretty much the extremely loyal to you and unseasoned like Harris here. Of course, the fact your own crew doesn't bother to let us get seasoning has nothing to do with the matter."