Office of the Rear Admiral

[Tomtomrawr]

Commissar-Captain Robert Miller crisply saluted Mendel, turned and walked away. He dared not say a word; deep down he feared Mendel as much as everybody else. He was a dominant figure and Miller had long ago decided it would be best to stay on his good side. He didn't know what Mendel wanted said, so had decided it was best to say nothing.

The howling Toledo winds pounded Miller, who even in his massive coat with hat and gloves still felt like he was naked. He was still physically weak, the trial on JiangXi ending just days before, and needed a lie down with a hot cup of tea. He would have been doing that if he had been offered any other assignment, he dared to believe. He probably would have been pushed onto doing those by Mendel anyway. He'd been more than eager to accept the mission to Toledo to represent the Commissariat. For all he knew it could have been his last opportunity - visits such as this were sparse and he may be dead by the next one.

He proceeded down the platform path, snow crunching under his boots and cane. He'd brought the cane, wanting to look respectable. He was after all a Bretonian gentleman, and he was proud of that. Years of strict guidelines had indoctrinated the rules of a gentleman into his blood; attempting to purge it from his system would be futile.

He heard the shuttle activate its engines behind him and take off, the thrusters noise gradually becoming further and further away until it was lost by the gust of the wind. He was in it now, all or nothing. He could hardly call the shuttle back, claiming he had left his dressing gown and slippers onboard, just to have a few more seconds feeling at ease. He'd actually left those on Gorodok.

It was a new test of his abilities now. Another test; another trial. Miller hoped it wouldn't do as much damage as the last one, sub-consciously feeling under the coat the still-healing wound caused by a shard of glass. If he failed this test, he wouldn't have his head ripped off by a four-storey octopus. It'd be Mendel.

He continued moving down the path, the lights surrounding the gate to the inside hanger a welcoming sight to him now. He pushed on.

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[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.

Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.