> > "Sorta.... I am really hiding from my life. Starfleet is not
> >that bad, but it has it's moments where I could just chuck it all.
> >However, it is the rest of my life that I want to lose for a while.
Family
> >crap." he answered her, taking a gulp of his vodka after finishing his
> >answer. Switching gears, and topics, he says, "Well you know what I do.
> >The uniform tells you that much. I am a Commander in the UFP Starfleet.
> >What about you, Res?" trying to get as far away from the topic of his
> >troubles as he could.
> >
>
> "I run a trade business in this sector. Sometimes the... politics get
> annoying. Usually I stay out at various trade depots to oversee business,
> but circumstances have kept me here for the past several months. In some
> ways it's all right; out there, it's hard to leave the work at home.
Here,
> as you can see, I'm just Res."
>
Raising his glass, "Here, here. To being just Res and just Sam.
Two spirits trying to get away from it all , at least for a little while."
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