There came a day when I needed to bust a pilot. She had gone into unpredictable weather and damaged the cargo framing. Dropped the equipment safely but out of target, and returned requiring the hopper to be repaired.
She made her way to me complaining, "What kind of USED BIOMATTER are you pushing? I made hard choices to plant the equipment while the hopper was still holding out.. bring it back here. All during bad solar wind swirls.. And I get confined to MY quarters? When I should have gotten a bottle of 'vintage' for my efforts."
I make my way out my enclosed space after a scan of my suit.
"Many flight deck commanders would have done just that. Followed by a short caution to be less bold. I am different. Not that kind of person anymore.
I was torn apart. You easily could have been torn apart in your hopper."
She is cautious as I near her and hug her.
"You.. and all the others.. Please.. please.. None of you must lose a life. Not a single one. Please.. Accept this punishment. It only confines YOU to your quarters. Your friends can still visit. Just tell them.. Explain to them.. YOUR lives mean everything to me."
Hugging her through my suit, she relented and said "You are trembling!!".
That was the only time I needed to invoke fight deck authority. The rest of the equipment deliveries were handled with greater pilot caution."
I gained a few women that would sometimes visit with chairs to sit and talk with me for hours.