He was only a lieutenant colonel, only a second officer, but aboard the only Titan owned by Earth, Rozers had indeed fully stepped into the role of the one in charge.
It was the same story as before. There were certainly people present who were unhappy, especially among the Earth parachute faction. But for some reason, they always felt that this "mere lieutenant colonel" had just swept his gaze over their necks, as though sizing up prey. Naturally, none of them could get a word out.
They had, after all, been sent by Earth to the Martian shipyard to snatch the fruits of someone else's labor. But that was precisely why they were better at reading the situation and understood all the more clearly that circumstances could outweigh a person's wishes.
Even the two thousand disarmed marines had said they were willing to be dispersed among the various departments and would obey the orders of Lieutenant Colonel Rozers and the Lionheart Society completely. What could these unarmed crew members possibly say?
Rozers was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. These people might have been subordinates of the bigwigs, but since they had been sent to take over the Titan, most of them—including Major General Lanner—were competent technical officers. As long as they could grit their teeth and work together, there was no need to burn their bridges.
After all, the bigger picture came first. One had to unite every force that could be united. That was something Chester Rozers had learned from his leader.
...Well, his leader only paid lip service to it. In practice, he went out of his way to mock Earth's bigwigs and their cronies. But truly clever people like Chester Rozers knew how to grasp the spirit of the message.
All he wanted now was to unite