Tagon: Ennesby, record this, please.
Tagon: Colonel, I'm officially relieving you of command. You've fulfilled your duties acceptably, but the employer who appointed you has tried to kill all of us, so there's no point in continuing to honor that appointment.
Jevee Ceeta: So, is it out the airlock with me then, or do you have a plank you break out in these situations?
Tagon: I'm a mercenary, not a pirate.
Tagon: A plank would be pretty cool, though.