After things had calmed down, Marceau excused himself from the bridge and left the Commander in charge. He stepped off the bridge and onto the lift with shaky legs. He looked as though he’d been on a rollercoaster far too intense for him. He stepped off the lift and went to his own quarters.

The door opened, and… His things were a mess. Strewn about the room. The room was no longer decompressed, but it clearly had been. Parts of the room, and his belongings, were charred and burnt, including the bed.

He stood in the doorway for several moments, and then leaned on the wall nearby.

~ Capt Renault