The shuttle settled to the deck in landing bay and the hatch opened. The pilot stepped out and then waited as another person exited.

Well over six feet tall and with a musculature born of years of service, Commander Wulf Baumann was a striking figure. His size and build, coupled with his blonde hair and intense, bright blue eyes made him seem like a recruiting poster come to life… save for the fact that we wasn’t in uniform.

Baumann looked at the pilot and extended his hand. “Thank you, Sid. Safe travels back.” he said, his thick German accent lending a crispness to his diction. Sid nodded and went to arrange for transports back for the planet surface, and Baumann picked up his bags and walked towards the exit… nodding at some familiar faces as he went.

Baumann, Intel