Once everything got situated as he brought the rest of his articles from the shuttle into his office, he took a moment to look it over. He couldn’t resist the Star Fleet Marine Corps flag behind the desk and the chair he would sit at. It looked, weathered and beaten, but it was still clean and looked well cared for. If one would look closely at one of the corners, it would appear as if it had been stitched back up using the same color thread as the flag. Off to one of the sides there was a book case with several books in regards to tactics, the art of war, along with a few technical manuals he ended up saving for miscellaneous weapons. On another bookshelf held random awards, promotion warrants, coins, and some other paraphernalia . Mounted on the wall was a Klingon Bat’leth, towards the top and a black cutlass with a dark mahogany, wooden handle below that one. There were a few plants in the room as well, all Earth based giving the dull room a contrasting pop of green amongst the dull walls and red SFMC flag. There was a small table and some relaxing kind of light leather chairs off in a corner near the bookshelf. Aside from that the room was mostly empty.

He sigh and sat in his chair. “Time to get to business I suppose.” He had spent the time in between moving his things taking a look at the crew roster and prisoner manifest trying to get a sense of who exactly was aboard this vessel. The first on his list was to meet the guards. Though the Captain only mentioned the head guard was unique, the was oddly not much in his file. Suspicious definitely, but she didn’t have any qualms with the head guard to he shouldn’t either. He tapped his comm badge that he was provided with after boarding the ship.

=^= Major Vonn, report to the Warden’s Office. =^=

He walked over to the replicator and started poking around in the lists to see what the replicator could produce while waiting for his Head Guard to arrive.

Col. Gunter
Warden