The Vizeadmiral's boots were echoing through the nearly empty hallways of the Moselle's officer quarters as he made his way to his office, throwing quick salutes at the occasionally bypassing flag officers. Arriving at the door that was adorned by a badge, spelling out his name, he slid an access card through a panel to it's right, which made the heavy, metal door split in half to slide open. He stepped inside, plucking his black, untextured leather gloves off his hands. Just as he wanted to place them inside the pockets of his coat, he slipped on something lying on the floor, stumbling forward with flailing arms as he was sent flying. It wasn't a long descent, though, his head kindly stopped the fall about half-way through when it violently met with the edge of his desk.
"SCHEISSDRECKVERDAMMT!!!!........" echoed through the hallways.
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