Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. It so appears that the Feds are being hunted like poor little deers out of existence.
Well, enough of that. I am here to turn all this Fed mush into muscle. My name is Lord el-Karnak. That's Karnak to you Fed weaklings. I have been brought here as an ISC advisor to the Fed war effort. Now, you are going get off you butts right now and fight. You are going to stick it to those lying, no-good, double-dealing greenie weenie Rommies. We are not going to go lingerie shopping. We are not going to do anymore social chit chats. We are not going to do anymore more moaning and groaning about how the missions are so hard. You are going to get into that captain's chair and if that lousy slacker of an engineer of yours does not have your photons and warp engines at 110% efficiency I am going to personnally rub him out. We are not going to have all this wasteful "innocent before proven guilty" crap form of Starfleet justice. You either perform or you are taking a walk out of the airlock to "take one big leap for mankind" without a spacesuit. You are going take that ship of yours and put some black streaks from enemy fire on the oh-to-clean angel white hull of yours. I want to see you on that Rommie's tail at range 4 with over-loaded photons and ram those magic photon where they belong. Right up that pathetic Rommie's butt. And, another thing you are all gonna operate as a team and focus on the appropriate part of space that your leaders tell you too. I don't want to see anyone doing his own little shopping spree far away from the attack point. I want to see DVs falling in droves in one hex not 10 or 20. I want to see 10 DV shifts in a hex per half hour. We are not going to win by having our poor bastards dying for our cause. We are going to win by making those Rommie bastards die for their cause and we are going make that Jinn bastard do a face-plant in every asteroid field we can find.
Any questions?
*shock and awe in the troops*
Except for dumb know-it-all recently graduated Starfleet Cadet. "You are so full of..."
*zap with disrupter pistol and no more cadet*
"All right then. Dismissed."
Ps. I gotta finish my taxes for the ISC IRS but after that you are all dead, dead.