Although Theobald tried hard to keep track of the many turns, it was a futile endeavor. After the fifth flight of stairs and the twelfth turn he gave up. He was normally used to being able to find himself around in a large ship, but here he would need a guide to find his way back.
When they entered the bridge he gave an audible whistle. He was impressed. The outside would never suggest a command center of this type. He was amazed and took in the sight. Only when Ian asked him, did he turn to face him again. Theobald's eyes sparkled like a child in front of a christmas tree. "That whiskey would be fine," he said, "I do prefer vodka, but I like to taste nearly everything to build my opinion."
He paused and after a second he said: "Don't judge a book by its cover; never was this quote more appropriate than with this vessel. Nobody would expect such an inside with this outside. I compliment you." He reached in his left pocket, handed Ian a datapad and sat down left to the captain's chair. "Here, this is the latest report of Stevan Jester, my chief engineer. It took him two full days to compile a more or less full list of the damage to the Reverie. I know its awfully long. He tried to be very detailed with everything. And I don't speak of destroyed furniture and decorations here. The most important points are things like the nearly non existing hull, the damaged computer, destroyed shield generators and so on. Stevan nearly fainted when he saw the main core and the engines. We nearly had a core breach, that means the power core will probably need to be replaced. And, how did Stev say? Ah yes:" he coughed, droped his voice and imitated his chief engineer: "Cap, the engine is beyond hope, completely ripped apart, you better find a new one or you can go out there and push." He stopped and gave Ian time to look over the info. He didn't want to poor everything over him at once, since he also wanted to enjoy the drink and the time with the Commandant.
