The Victory II Class Star Destroyer Dead Gun drops out of hyperspace and her sub-light engines glow as they begin moving the warship towards the home of the Vast Empire Naval Academy on the platform Cappadocious. Within the confines of the station, in the Commandant's office, a Falleen dressed in the uniform of a Naval Commander is slowly packing the last of his belongings into a duffel.

Behind him the alert tone for the door sounds, letting him know that someone is waiting outside of his quarters. "Come," he says, placing the last item into the bag, and sealing it shut. Turning he sees the form of the Human Wyl Trykon, his former Academy XO, and now the new Commandant, although the rank plate on Trykon's chest is very new, Slasher has served long enough with the man that they are short on the normal decorum that would usually be present between two officers of the line.

"I'm gonna miss you Slash," says the human, one of the few people that Slasher can consider to be truly one of his friends in the service.

"I will miss you as well Tryk, you have been an excellent XO, both here, and back when we were with the 2nd Fleet." Walking over to the viewport, Trykon looks out at the looming form of the Dead Gun, "Honestly Slash, i'm not surprised that you stepped down from the position of CNT, you've never really seemed to me to be the sort of person who would do well commanding a desk. You are a combat officer, and you will never be happy unless you are in the thick of the action."

Slasher nods, "You're right, I'm not sure how the old Furball managed to keep me chained to the desk for this long, but i heard that Captain Mihawk got really angry, something about having his best captain flying a desk more than half the time, and then next thing i know, my request to return to a combat command is granted, and i'm getting the Dead Gun."

The comm panel on the desk beeps, and Trykon walks over, hitting the button and acknowledging the page. "Sir, the Dead Gun's shuttle has landed and awaits the Commander." Trykon nods as he issues his orders, "Have the hangar crew make sure the shuttle is ready to depart immediately upon Commander Gorma's boarding, inform them that he is on his way." Turning back to his longtime friend, Trykon extends his hand, which Slasher shakes before grabbing his bag. "Good luck Tryk, i'm sure you will have some excellent trainees for us soon enough." Trykon nods and as they leave the quarters they part ways, each heading for his own command, and the work that awaits them.