Commander Wallace was coming off duty and walked into his quarters as he asked for the lights. As the lights came on, he noticed the foot locker that contained everything he owned. It wasn't much for everything else was destroyed on the Ilion, but there were a few items he acquired on the Virgo. He pressed a few buttons and the contents were shown. His sword and dagger from Xenon III, uniforms, and a few PADDs. Looking between the foot locker and his quarters he realized that he had nothing to make it homey. Then the door chimed peeped.
"Enter." He said. The door slid open and Garek stuck his head in and sort of made a joke. "I come with a peace offering." He stepped in branishing a bottle of scotch. Wallace gave a chuckle. "Come on in Garek."
"All right Rich we finally get to speak, and not about work." Garek said scanning for a glass.
"No no, have you learned anything from Xenon III. You drink with out a class." Wallace said as he grabbed the bottle and broke the seal. He took a big swig. "Ah ah yeah, you know only the good stuff burns from the tip of your hair to your toes." Wallace said handing the bottle to Garek. Garek took his turn.
"Wew that's a little bitter." Garek said handing Wallace the bottle and trying to swallow the sip he took.
Richard took a seat on the couch, and gave a smile. He took another hit.
"Man that was some battle wasn't it?"
"Yes it was. We lost alot of good friends." Garek replied
"To all the men and women who have given their lives." Wallace toasted as he drank another swig.
"We'll what do you think of your job? It's a little different from tactical."
"We'll it's a lot more work, and I've got this kid now to train, but still this is the assignment of a life time."
"Yes it is and we can't be hung over come the morning. So I better get going."
"Hey Garek where could I get some things to decorate my place."
"I don't know, but I'll see you at 0900 tomorrow."
"Night Garek."
Wallace then went over to his footlocker and took out a PADD and went to work on his personal log.