Throwaway because my commanding officer might find out. I (21, M) am a junior tactical officer currently serving on a Bird-of-Prey. Unlike the rest of my traditional "blood and honor" crewmates, I spent a few years studying astrophysics and comparative theology at an interstellar academy. Because of this, I tend to look at the universe differently than my other mates. A few nights ago, we were in the ship’s mess hall celebrating a successful skirmish. Everyone was completely wasted on blood wine, screaming opera, and bragging about how glorious their deaths would be. My superior officer, "K" (35, M), started shouting about how he can’t wait to die in battle so his soul can ascend to Sto-vo-kor to feast with Kahless and hunt the black fleet forever. Normally, I just nod along to keep the peace, but the blood wine got to my head, and I finally snapped.…