The newly arrived Chief of Weapons Control strode through the passageways of the IRW Rovarran, ahoulders back and head high. He was an imposing figure… broad-shouldered and muscular; but it was how he carried himself that made individuals move out of his way. He had an air of authority… physicality… inflexibility… and menace. Rumors about him had already made their way to the ship before him. He had tried to murder a previous Commanding Officer. He had shoved one of a pair of suspects into an airlock and then spaced them to force a confession from the other. He had ordered wave after wave of Security officers to attack the bridge of a Federation vessel, resulting the total loss of his personnel… but they took the ship.

As he stepped onto the bridge, he looked at each station individually; obviously judging the quality of the individual stationed at them. He then turned and walked to the door, pressing the call to inform the Commander of his arrival.

Drunis, CWpC