Office of the Rear Admiral

[Tomtomrawr]

Miller had believed the meeting to be on Toledo, But after entering the hanger he had been whisked to another shuttle, and immediately taken to Omicron-100. There they had passed through a massive asteroid field which seemed to occupy most, if not all of the systems save for a cleared spot near a desert planet. The shuttle had undergone a full scan by a nearby battleship, the Apophis, before making final approaches to Lisbon.

Miller had been greeted at the hanger by a young officer, assigned to show to him to Admiral D'Souza's office. Miller had gratefully followed the man through the station, observing the activities of men and women through the tightly-winding corridors. Scientists scurried past in their white coats, closely followed by technicians pushing heavy trolleys loaded to the brim with equipment.

They eventually reached the office. Robert D'Souza - Rear Admiral was neatly engraved on the translucent glass window of the door. The officer saluted Miller and turned away, a secretary sat at a desk typing away at a computer console. She looked up at Miller, examined his uniform and cane, then opened her mouth to speak.

'Just knock on the door Commissar-Captain. Admiral D'Souza will call for you to enter.'

Miller nodded, and moved to the door. He stood at it for a second, taking a deep breath. Through the translucent glass he could see a figure sitting at a desk. He knocked on the door. Once, twice. Then stood with his arms behind his back.

He heard a voice from inside. 'Come in!' He twisted the door knob and entered the Admiral's office. No turning back now. Every noise he made seemed unusually loud. His boots treading on the floor, his breathing, his cane tapping on the metal.

As he approached the Admiral's table he examined the office. It was fairly plain, yet had a certain comfortable feel to it. Medals were spread out across the walls to show all visitor's his achievements, scattered around so as not to leave any person's line of sight free of at least one medal. One picture was prominent in the room; a group photo of Ensigns standing stiffly in perfect order with various superiors close by.

Miller reached the table, and D'Souza studied him. 'Commissar-Captain Robert Miller of the Coalition, Admiral. An honour.' He may have overdone the introduction, but there was no taking it back now.

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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.

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