>Steven Liridian found himself no longer in Starfleet Intelligence. He had earned >himself a transfer of sorts to >Special Operations as an assistant to Vice Admiral Kitanya.
Looking over the message, Steven pondered the change in his life now. He was no longer in Intel, but then maybe that was for the best. Special Operations was not a fall back position, and he figured that things could only go up from here. He pulled out his journal to detail his thoughts on how life had been of late - something he considered a personal debrief of sorts, though he was always careful not to write any mission happenings in the journal, only leaving his own personal thoughts on the matter available. Once that was finished, he started a letter to Amira. He missed his sister a great deal, and hoped she was well. >(ooc: i know y'all forgot this npc, but i'm about to resurrect her.) [OOC: I'd wondered what happened to her. =) ] > >Nabru went to Liridian's assigned quarters and pushed the annunciator. > >(ooc: anybody home?) [OOC:I do believe so. =) ] He looked up from the message to Amira and wondered who could be at the door. There was, of course, only one way to find out. "Come in." He called out. [response?] Liridian out. The Truth is Out There. Trust No One. Deny Everything - The X-Files "If you call a politician a perfect, conniving, sneaking, plotting, two-faced, untrustworthy, lying low life, is that libelous or a compliment?" - "The Confused Philosopher"-Royal Canadian Air Farce-04 April 2003 BSEE 2003. Can Grad School be far behind? _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
