Arkuat blinked. Cannon? I'm assigned to a CANNON? He could feel his outrage building but pushed it down with some effort. He tilted his head slightly as he concentrated on not doing something incredibly stupid. He needed this job, he really did. He was practically broke, had nothing to his name but the clothes on his back and-

"Captain? I think there may have been a mix up."

Darn.

"I'm Fill, Arkuat Fill. I don't think I'm supposed to be on the cannon, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be in the cockpit." He finished it off with a smile and a laugh, trying to pass it off as a harmless mistake.

"Fill?" she asked, "You look like the only one here with the capability to handle the guns, that's why you're a gunner. My ship, my rules. Got it?"