It had been a long transfer flight. Not that, that bothered him. He could spend weeks in relative solitude and what most people would considered mind crushing boredom. He just stared into space as his mind worked through a series of logic questions. It was this weird open eyed meditation that earned him the moniker the “Windwatcher” when he was younger.

The courier ship barely came within transport range before getting clearance and beaming the officer aboard the Leviathan. He carried a huge rucksack. The one bag policy was one of the many things that carried on through the centuries. A good officer could carry all his possession in one bag. Kolar was not only a good officer, but also one that didn’t have a lot of personal items.

The transporter been had just finished materializing him as he began to speak. “Balfor Kolar. I’m the new CSO.” He scanned the room resting on the transporter officer. He wanted to be certain there wasn’t someone that he need to say sir to.

Kolar CSO