Ensign Wolfgang Quarton

There was a time and a place for everything.  Right now Quarton's comments were off base and out of place.  Allegedly a Q, Quarton was making a good ass of himself on the bridge.

"Ensign, stand down and consider yourself on report..."

"Excuse me?  You are placing me on report?"

"That's an affirmative Mr. Quarton.  There is a level of protocol and decorum that is required of a Starfleet officer, especially on the bridge.  Right now is NOT the time for your flippant remarks.  Security, escort the ensign to engineering."

Two security officers stepped forward on either side of Quarton.

"Mr. Quarton, we will finish this conversation later.  Lieutenant Walker..."

"Lieutenant, I am sending Ensign Quarton down to you.  Assign him a detail with the waste recovery systems for the next three shifts.  I want him familiar with the operation of the WRS."  He turned to Quarton.  "Ensign.  I will not tolerate further comments about the ship or the crew out of you.  You will report to me in three days with a detailed report of what Lieutenant Walker has instructed you to do."

Security escorted the ensign off the bridge.  Mouths had dropped at the public reprimand of Quarton.

"I suggest the rest of you turn your attention back to the situation at hand."  Wayne looked over at April.  "It had to be done, sir."