Mishtak
Chief Tactical & Security Officer
 Age:30 Race:Klingon
I hunt in darkness. The stars my guide. The memory of you sings in my blood.
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Post by Mishtak on Sept 30, 2011 0:02:31 GMT -5
Mishtak woke up with a disturbingly painful headache and his quarters were trashed, at first he thought he had been the victim of some random vandalism, but on closer inspection saw he was dressed in the attire of a prepubescent teenager and his bat'leth was laying on the floor nest to him. It was then he realized he had been laying on the floor. He had no recollection of what had happened and as he picked himself up off the floor he saw signs that someone had been playing one of his favorite childhood games, which would explain the damage in his room, but he still had no idea as to what had actually happened. he checked the chronometer on his table, thankfully it still worked, and saw he was not due on duty for several more hours. he took a few minutes to place his bat'leth back in it's resting spot on the wall, and tidy up the few things that were not beyond repair before stepping into the sonic shower and getting out of what he was wearing and back into his uniform. he adjusted himself in the now cracked mirror and left his quarters, he needed to find out what had been happening on the ship, his headache still pounding like an ancient Earth freight train...
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