Tom's head felt like it exploded. Like Chaotica had finally blasted it with his death ray in his Fortress of Doom.

"Wait. Wait. Wait." Tom put a hand up, trying to process all the junk that was now going through his mind. He put his hands over his eyes for a minute or two, before looking back up at Chaotica Cambridge.

"Well, Chakotay does have a bit of a point. Is that your compromise?" Tom waved a finger at the man's uniform. "Cause it doesn't exactly scream 'I want to be here and I'm a competent Starfleet officer who takes pride in his work, or in his ship'. Also, Conn officers don't handle personnel complaints, so the fact that I do means I'm not Voyagers pilot, I'm her first officer. Which....is interesting and I'll go back to that later. What I find most interesting about that last statement is that you alone accumulated a lot of complaints. Why were you still assigned to Voyager? What did you blackmail someone?"

He took a deep breath and continued. "And what do you mean you declared me unfit for duty and it was wrapped up in a few days?"