The Office of the Chef Intelligence officer was simple, a single desk and chair with two chairs on the other side. A computer panel behind desk chair for further work, the basic office setup. Well, at least when the lights worked. The comically large former security chief was reading up on the newest arrival on the ship, well newest old arrival. Captain Nakuto, His old Commanding officer. He last saw her almost seven years earlier. The USS Curie, his first posting since rejoining Starfleet after the War. He leaned back and smiled to himself, a good ship with an even better crew, much like the Viking used to be… Used to.

He opened the Captain’s service record again, recently changed from missing in action to Active again. He leaned forward and looked at her picture with suspicion. He hadn’t been there, he didn’t know what happened, or better yet he didn’t completely understand the reports he’d read. He’d avoided her carefully, he wasn’t even sure that she was aware of him being on the ship. His position wasn’t exactly very noticeable. Mostly he just kept to himself giving his team directives. They were fairly isolated from the crew.

He stood up and walked to the replicator and just stood there for a few minutes, quietly pondering. After almost five minutes of just standing, he finally ordered a single Coffee. He was lucky as the replicator gave him what he ordered this time so he could sit down again and relax. It dawned on him that that was the first time he had spoken aloud for the entire day. Why was this bothering him so much he wondered.

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