Office of the Rear Admiral

[Rodent]

Lisbon Station, Omicron-100 System.

The Office, was plain and unadorned, but comfortable. Around 50 feet in length and breadth, It sported a few sofas and cushions for the comfort of any guests, but in the middle was a Table, built for efficiency rather than looks. On the table was a computer and a pile of papers and datapads, and behind those sat the once-Corsair veteran, Robert D'Souza.

The walls were decorated with a few medals that he had won in battle for the Corsairs and the Order, and there was a massive picture on the right wall. It was a picture of his ensign days, standing proudly and stiffly along with so many others, and accompanied by many senior officers of that time. So much time had passed since then, so many had left this mortal realm and into the bliss of uninterrupted sleep.

Robert looked at the picture and sighed. Very few of the old crew still remained. But he still kept that picture with him at all times, and since his recent promotion, he had it blown to large size and put it on his wall as a reminder.

With a flourish, he signed his name on yet another set of docments, regarding logistical supplies. It would be the time for discussions soon, and taking of decisions that affected the Order as a whole. But still he looked at the picture, and reminisced on the past.