He preferred a cruder term, but didn’t dare use it in front of these troops of his. “Remember to set your phasers to Level 5. Any level less and the beams won’t pierce the Gorns’ ugly hides.”
Hannah, temporarily covering for her ill supervisor, was not intimidated by the Caitian’s size and legendary glare, and told him in no uncertain terms that the cleansing operation would take as long as it would take, and if he didn’t like it, he could stick his own head up his own kiester, and she’d come along, tap him on the rear end and let him know when they were done.
It was a gradual, grudging breaking of the ice - helped with the chance for her to be able to call upon a real starship captain to show off to her friends, and even arrange a visit to the Furyk and sit in his chair on the bridge.
”I wouldn’t do that,” he lied.
”Best not try to beam them onboard,” he finally said. “Mr Sarko, tractor the pod into our shuttlebay and get an emergency medical team down there. Willows, lead the continued search for more survivors.” He straightened up. “I’m going down there. Maybe these people can give us some answers.”