The commander sat there, absorbing the words of the three mercenaries and analyzing them with the same tactical precision he put into his strategies. They were confident in their words, he would have to grant them that, but at the end of the day they were just arguing that they were underhanded and unscrupulous, making them perfect for fighting an underhanded and unscrupulous enemy. He didn't consider that a good enough reason to leave a band of thugs in charge of his garrison, especially after they essentially admitted with pride that they were scoundrels. "Truly stirring statements." He replied with a dry snappishness. "But so far all I've heard are arguments for why I shouldn't leave a band of borderline criminal rabble in charge of this facility. Now, in the spirit of military professionalism I will let you continue, but if I don't like what I hear I will personally escort you out at blaster point. Understood?" He leaned back in his chair, arms folded and expression clearly very expectant. "Now, tell me, why am I wrong about you?"