*Deac enters his quarters and sees something he's wanted for a long time: Imperial Boots. Nothing sounds cooler than these on deckplating. He puts them on and goes to the bridge, loving the sound of his own footsteps.
He'd never been accepted as a starship commander. Now he was going to try it.*
Helm, has the Commander given orders for you to take us out?
Deac: Purveyor of Fine Quality Postage Since 2001