A Second Chance
Cole stood in front of the door to Captain Tarix's door and raised his angry fist. He took a deep breath, paused and then lowered his arm. He couldn't bring himself to do it. He'd been given so many chances that it somehow felt wrong to just end someone's career as a Viper Pilot before it even started. Still, enough was enough.

He turned and stormed back into the barracks, slamming the door behind him without missing a stride. He cleared the barracks in three steps and reached into Rosie's bunk, where she lay crying softly. With his free hand he tore the privacy curtain off it's track. With a slight grunt and a single, swift motion he yanked her out of the bed and lifted her several inches in the air. He slammed her into the bulkhead, holding her by the corner of her shirt with his forearm pressed across her throat, cutting off her circulation ever so slightly.

Dropping the torn privacy curtain to the floor, he drew his own sidearm and put it to the side of her head. "You want to die pointlessly, Cupcake? Is that it?"

His eyes burned with a merciless fire and his finger lingered near the trigger. He stared at her as if he were some kind of mad executioner, just waiting for the command.