Chains of Command

[Boss]

Two weeks and I was in danger of going insane from cabin fever. A man can only take so much of being crammed into a paperwork processing plant. I swear, those case files breed. I caught myself going down to the med bay for a caffeine IV twice, and actually made it down there for caffeine patches God-knows-how-many times. I put on a fair bit of weight in those two weeks alone, going from a fairly trim 5'11-and-a-quarter of 170 to a not-so-trim 5'11-and-a-quarter of 247. My hair up and told me one day that it was leaving, and after that I was stuck with a semi-chromedome. I had to get out.

Two weeks and a day after I got promoted, I finally got the chance to get away from my desk and back into my Eagle. I decided to take a spin around Liberty, and bagged a few minor crooks beating on the lanes. Nothing eventful. I was just heading to Texas from Norfolk when the lane ended and I was spit out in front of a rather large, rather strange looking ship broadcasting absolutely no IFF and looking at me in a none-too-friendly way. Oh bad.