Approximately one hour after the conference room meeting a console beeped. Stevens (not that one, the other one who hated the Stephens with the ph), woke from a daydream. He’d had the dream again. The one where he ruled over everyone, including the ‘others’. The inferior ones, the scum the dregs of.... ahem… He cleared his throat and concentrated again, shutting out the bad thoughts. He tapped the console and then, eyes wide opened a comm =^= Stevens to Commander Greng. Sir, we’re 5 mins out from our destination.=^= He stated, keeping his voice level and calm, inwardly harbouring foul thoughts and plots, plots within plots. Always plotting. They’ll see. He thought as his eyes narrowed darkly.

GM Budgie