The Rogue Officer

[Deneth Aleski]

Just as he was leaving the Freeport's bar, The Ensign spotted his now former superior officer's Templar docking where the second hanger bay should be. That little piece of knowledge made Aleski feel rather comfortable and confident. Although he is reputed for having excellent navigational skills in space, one could not say the same inside a space station with which he was not familiar. Even the smaller ones.

Today, the young Armed Forces pilot was not in military attire. Indeed, a few days prior, he suffered a rather severe trauma to the head. Fortunately enough, he came out of it unharmed, save for a persistently stiff neck and the occasional headache. Still, the Suffolk's medical staff insisted on keeping him out of commission for several weeks. The pilot did not protest.

Arriving at the hangar bay, Aleski scanned the area visually. Quickly enough, he found the Templar not too far away. The fighter really stood out from the rest of the ships present, probably flown by less-than-reputable individuals. As he came closer to the Templar, Goodmen came to view.

"Commander Goodmen." He had a slight grin on his face, him being alive at this point was a mildly impressive feat to the young pilot.

"It's good to see you. I knew I didn't see the last of you around, back then." The Ensign extended his hand for a handshake.

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Wilhelm D. Aleski || Paul Speer