The shuttle whisked through space, it’s engines hummed as it worked to catch up to the Manhattan. A seabag sat at his feet, it carried all his belongings that were not things that could be replicated or at least he would rather have the actually items. Topping off the bag was a large round shield with ornate Norse markings etched into its surface, a sword slipped through it’s straps. The large two sided axe had draw more than a little attention from security he had assured them they were decorations and family heirlooms.

The shuttle approached Manhattan, made contact and landed in the shuttle bay. Bjarke had to duck out of the shuttle, his 6foot 8inch frame was not made for starships. He towered over most of the crew going about there business on the deck. His heavy bag, hung from his left shoulder as he walked over to the crate to check them. “Thank you gentleman. You can put the crate over there for now I’ll deal with it.” he said to the shuttle crew. He took in the area and officers that were in the bay wondering if someone had come to greet him.”

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché