Station

Rocket held a tablet in his hand as shouted orders, he was in a leadership position and the space station had acquired some damage due to negligence, he wasn't very happy about that at all. Due to all his years in the military, he became a very stern and strict man, especially when he was in a leadership role. Usually he can be lean but due this accident happening to negligence, he wasn't cutting anyone any kind of slack until the damage is fixed. He will decide later if he can go easy on the recruits but he doubts it, he doesn't want another incident like this happening again, he understands the responsibility on his shoulders and doesn't take it lightly. He honestly was starting to somewhat regret accepting this position, he had totally forgotten how stressful a position like this is and he probably will have to do things on his own and take matters into his his own hands if he wants something done right. This mission is bigger than when he had to explore the core, dangerous in its way as well. A single mistake by a recruit can potentially cause many lives instead of just their own, a risk Rocket isn't taking. He doesn't care if a recruit doesn't listen and gets the consequences of their actions as long as it isn't affecting anyone else, only way for some to learn their lesson so it doesn't bug him at all. In this case though, someone messed up and damaged the hall from the outside, the damage is repairable but damage is damage and it had weakened the hall. He was barking orders to gather materials for repairs and a set of capable hands so they can suit up and repair the damage, the frustration can be heard in his voice, the look on his face didn't help as well as a bunch of skires scrambled to obey his commands, fearful of the punishment they might get if they did not comply, especially the ones that caused this in the first place.

He huffed, frustration building up as he rubbed his temples, hand on his waist still holding the tablet. He tapped his foot in frustration, he definitely regretted accepting this assignment, he could have simply stayed home with his husband and his lovely daughter, he already misses them so much and he hasn't been up here for long. He cursed under his breath as wiped his face. He held up the tablet up and went back to work, monitoring the stations conditions as he spoke into his ear piece, demanding to know progress on the repair situation. A voice answered back that the materials for repairs are being transported to the Bay Area near one of the hatches so they can be slowly taken out by the robotic arm for repairs. He huffed and asked about the repair skire that's supposed to assist and was met with silence, no answer, he asked again sternly but was met with silence again. A growl escaped his lips as he asked one more time. A shaky voice answered back that they couldn't find anyone yet and that they are still looking, they asked to send a message requesting assistance for the whole crew. Rocket answered back that he has but have gotten no response or he wouldn't have asked for them to run around looking, that the repairs need to be done now before the hall takes more damage or weakens further. The voice answered with a simple "yes sir!" Before heading off. Rocket held his head in frustration, he knew he would have to do himself, again.