Renveer pulled a table-sized frame from behind his pile of personal affects that had been beamed aboard the Dresden. He took a moment to admire the portrait inside: a sketched charcoal figure of a man, back to the observer, confronting a grey wall in the background. His shoulders were hunched slightly and they, along with the man’s head and neck, were shaded over with a dull red hue.

Renveer glanced about the walls of his new quarters, then selected the best one on which to showcase his art piece, which he promptly hung and adjusted to make sure that it was just exactly straight. He nodded to himself in satisfaction before turning to leave his quarters, content to leave the rest of the unpacking until after he had rendezvoused with the commanding officer.

With a nod of acknowledgement to the bridge staff as he passed, Renveer pressed the chime to the colonel’s readyroom and clasped his hands behind his back, looking up thoughtfully as he awaited a response.

(Lt. Comm. Renveer, Counselor)