Capall McKenzie was standing outside the port while McKenzies and Edmans of all sizes, shapes, ages, and temperament were busy gathering belongings and saying goodbye to those remaining behind. This was a banner day for the Clan: the majority of Clan McKenzie and Clan Edman, two of Earth’s most long tenured familial bloodlines, left Earth to travel to the edge of Federation space for the chance to start building a new world on the colony of Oed V. The day had been a long time in coming, and many were anxious to get on the massive colony ship that was in orbit hundreds of miles above them. Shuttles stood on landing pads waiting to begin shuttling passengers and belongings up, while some of the more tech-savvy waited in line for the transporters. Capall watched it all, with arms crossed on his broad chest, with a eye for detail and anticipating issues. He was a striking figure. Not overly tall like his cousins Mike and Seamus, but well-muscled with thick, ropy muscles that rippled under his long sleeves that protected his arms from the chill of the Aberdeen wind. He wore his kilt, the tartan of Clan McKenzie, with a pride born of one who had given up his clan only to be brought back… his past transgressions forgiven by all (most).

“Sir McKenzie, we have some that are wantin’ ta change their minds. They wanna go now.” said a runner that had come from somewhere far in the back of the growing throng. “Nae, they had tha chance. If they wish tae go now, the only way is if they trade with someone who is on the manifest.” Capall said. The runner nodded and went back towards where he came from to relay the message. Capall shook his head and said “I told you this was gonna happen.”

Capall McKenzie