[leaving the brig]
......he sauntered to his quarters to gather his things. He couldn't understand....if he had been in Starfleet and this kind of thing had hap-- He made the grave realization to himself instantly. He wasn't in Starfleet, nor the Empire any longer. These were great and terrible days. A time when a man might run and hide. Where would he
stand for the final tally? At this point he didn't know. He thought about tr'Kuro and the others. Not totally forgiving them for his treatment. It was interesting though, how such good officers had been maligned so quickly.
[arriving at his quarters]
He entered his quarters to find them much as they had been...broken down since the battle before arriving at the Hama. There was one exception though, as he glanced around the room he thought it strange to see dust and dinge everywhere except one......hanging from his easel was a dozen or so white uniforms, on them were two patches and on the patches were marked a distinguished looking set of white bars.
He began to clean up.
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