Vronclon was not supposed to be nervous. He has done not only hundreds of battles but covert missions in his time with the Star Empire and Tal’ Shair. But much has happened to him in the last 6 years. His homeworld being destroyed, many, many close calls in the line of duty, losing not only everyone he loved but darn near his entire race and everyone he’s known, and now he was not only wearing the uniform of thr enemy but employed by them.

“These are strange times”. He said as he went into sickbay. Looking around he found a NE nurse. “Miss. I’m here for my initial physical. I just arrived. Could you help me?”

Ensign Vronclon, s’Viaen, Security