"We are going. And you are not a civilian, Cadet." His tone made it sound like and order.

As far as Pike was concerned, Jim was staying in the fleet. He needed to put himself to good use as this was going to do it.

And then Pike headed toward the doors of the dorm and to the bar closest to HQ. Not the one the instructors and the cadets went to. The one Pike often went to, out of uniform, just to have a few drinks.