A Memory Faded

[Spectre]

As she searched, the rather dim lighting of Hemlock's quarters restricted some of her vision. Everything in the room, however, was more or less visible, and the items presented to her in his room would at least give her more of an idea as to who she was dealing with.

His quarters were separated into three main areas; The living section, the bedroom and his study.
The main room wasn't anything too special, with a sofa and two reclining chairs sat around a table and a flatscreen on the wall. The window on the port end of the room was covered with dark curtains, blocking the bluish-green light of the Alaskan nebula from bleeding in. Inside his study, Nova would find far more of Hemlock's personal items, including the same beret and tattered book the operatives found before on his desk.

However, not far from them were two framed pictures. One was of a noticeably younger Hemlock with a woman and a small infant child held in her arm, smiling with his arm around her, with what seemed like an icy planetscape in the background. The second was of Hemlock again, noticeably older than in the other photo, side-by-side with his XO, Reyes, and two others which she wouldn't recognize. The individuals in the photo were all dressed in Navy fatigues, the background of the ship's bridge clearly evident, as well as what seemed like a fork in Hemlock's right hand and a plate of cake in his left.
This, combined with what looked like a framed marriage certificate on the wall near a display case filled with unidentifiable relics of some sort, could paint a very obvious message in her head. The rest of the study was dim, but in the far corners near a set of seating arrangements were two flags, one in either corner. One was the Republic's flag sat hanging on a golden pole, while the other was blue based with what looked like the ship's insignia on it.

Should she have checked the bedroom, it would've been like the living room. Mildly irrelevant, with exception to another framed photo on his nightstand. This one seemed to be a photo of him and what looked like a dark skinned man with no hair clad in a black jumpsuit, and had a signature on the paper under the glass, which read 'Good luck. -Casper'. Everything else was more or less unrelated or just standard for living arrangements.