OOC: Pick it up and run with it. Also, please, new paragraph when people talk, and one character per person. Let's run this like a narrative roleplay.
Also, a Cobra is a one-hit wonder torp boat. A Sword is more general purpose, might see a bit better blend of action than endless torpedo runs against capital ships.
"Commissar, I was wondering - good morning sir" said Lieutenant Pfeil, saluting the Commander, as he stepped off the ornate lip of the gilded lift to the bridge. A thoroughly piratical figure, descended from a fringer family of asteroid miners, his six foot-five form needed to duck under the gilded doorjamb of the lift, both to fit his head, and the extended stock of his Excubitor-pattern shotgun, slung over his shoulder, beneath it.
"Captain, sir, I will have the detailed supply report with you within the next day. The broad-brush is that consumption is holding as we'd expected, but I'm still trying to account for discrepancies in engineering". The ships master-at-arms, he had also taken over the mantle of ship logistics officer when the previous occupant had developed severe, debilitating insomnia, developing into hideous night terrors that had led to him being placed into a medically-induced coma. "Commissar, I'd like your advice on a few disciplinary matters, if you would not mind?"
"Damn the torpedoes - forward!"