OOC: Trinity, this will be the thread we spoke about for our flashback that we could work on. :)

IC: It was night shift on the Nautilus as it sat docked at the Black Rock. One man sat with a PaDD and plate full of food at table in the lounge. Very few people milled about at the moment. He was alone or so he thought, looking over some notes over the latest tech that had come in. It was his job to look over what was salvageable, what was worth keeping and updating. Intelligence had a lot riding on their new finds and upgrades.

He put the padd down next to his plate of cold food. Too consumed with work, he forced himself to break. He ran both of his hands through his dark hair to destress, and then he looked up.

-Unknown man (for now)