The space was empty except for the basics: bar, stage, some assorted and not new furniture stacked to the sides,and more than a few crates. The man looking over it was obviously not Star Fleet. A large human man, he was dressed in faded bluejeans cuffed at the hems, old style combat boots dyed oxblood red, a studded black leather jacket with a tshirt underneath. His head was shaved, but he sported a thick black mustache and goatee.

When he boarded, he had been met personally by the Security Chief and the two exchanged a long hug. They then separated and the human came here. He stood in the silence of the space, hands in his jacket pockets, and just… looked.

Mike McKenzie