Grayza looks over the Command Carrier, which is bathed in red danger light. "Tell me when target acquisitions are complete," she orders, and Braca approaches gingerly -- he's actually carrying a clipboard right now -- and looks at her like she's a mean dog. "Ma'am. There is no battle here, ma'am." He keeps his voice very low; so does she. "Why are you so averse to conflict, Captain?" Braca forgets himself: "And why are you so adverse to..." His whole body goes oops and he gets super-scared. "How dare you?" she shouts. "Who do you think you are?" The other Peacekeepers turn and stare. Braca stands straight, staring her down: "Captain Miklo Braca, Officer of the Fleet, Peacekeeper Interplanetary Service." She nods. "Oh. Nobody," she snarks, and fully turns and walks away. He follows, with his hands gone crazy. "Ma'am, you'll start a war." She shrugs, as the Sergeant watches carefully. "War is inevitable." Braca shakes his head: "We sail under a flag of truce -- let us leave beneath its protection." I love how she's just completely blowing his mind. It's like when Aeryn found out nobody actually followed the rules. This is exactly why Braca, who rocks on like every level, never made it past Riker status: he's not fucking nuts.
"Didn't Scorpius tell you?" she asks cruelly, petty and smirking, "A truce with the Scarrans is suicide." He's like, Girl, I know you did not just bring up Scorpius, and cuts his eyes at her. "Ah, so the men and women of this vessel must pay for your miscalculation with their lives?" She tells him it's for the greater good, and that they'll all be remembered as heroes. Which, any other PK, maybe, but Braca's not hearing it. He jerks his head at the Sergeant and then takes center stage, standing at attention, speaking loudly and clearly. "Commandant Grayza. Under Article Six Rulu, Uniform Code of Admiralty Conduct, Section Nineteen, due to a state of incapacitation of judgment displayed in multiple encounters under stress, I hereby invoke the Transfer of Command and relieve you of duty immediately." She giggles and turns to the Sergeant, calling him forward. "Weapons! Would you be so kind as to shoot this mutinous Captain dead where he stands?" She folds her arms and turns her back on them. I hate to see her go down like this, dude. Acting like a total asshat. Sergeant cocks his weapon and points it, of course, at Grayza: "Sorry, ma'am. Captain Braca has already relieved you of command." She goes dead inside; Braca nods. "Now, let's get this ship out of here."