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Posted on Mon Dec 16th, 2019 @ 12:01pm by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Edited on Mon Dec 16th, 2019 @ 12:01pm


[Cracks Knuckles - it's been a while]


[USS Independence]

Lieutenant Commander...who the hell thought he should be in charge of people?

That's what Feyd was thinking as he made his way through the empty corridors of his newest assignment - the USS Independence. He traveled light, probably due to his background as a guerrilla fighter way back before he joined Starfleet. It had taught him, among other things, that growing attached to possessions was a quick path to disappointment.

Glancing at his Padd to identify the quickest route to Sickbay, he heard a ruckus coming from somewhere down the corridor. His curiosity getting the better of him, he followed the noise to the Captain's ward area, also known as the 'kitchen'. Amid the chaos, his back to him, stood an average sized man with long black hair, spouting orders as if he owned the place. Crewmen ran around to obey, earning a raised eyebrow from Feyd. He chuckled to himself, reminded of someone he used to serve with.

As if he had heard his thoughts, the long haired man turned slowly, and locked gazes with Feyd.


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