Outmaneuver the little back-stabber

"Of course," you say, letting the words hang in the air, making Sneet think he has won, "you know that I record everything said in this room."

"What?" Sneet's smug expression cracks.

"Yes," you stand up behind your desk and come around, dragging your fingers over the objects there. "Everything that is said has been recorded. It would be a simple matter to transmit this information to Admiral Wulff. That along with my claim that you hid this information from me would be enough to have you tortured, probably incinerated."

"You have no proof," Sneet sputters.

"I have my word as a captain," you reply, grabbing him by the collar. "And I have this recording. None of the others like you Sneet. You may have your clique with a handful of preening officers, but I have the ship willing to vouch for my word. They will stand as witnesses if need by. This is a game you will not win."

Sneet's shoulders sag. He lowers his gaze.

"Or you could do as you said, make sure this is blamed on someone else," you release his collar.

"I'll do anything," he nods. Your wicked smile grows. Anything? Maybe it's time to teach this little shit who is in charge of this ship. How could you punish Lieutenant Sneet?