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[demlshn_boy_sir]

The door opens, and a tall, handsome young man--clad in a standard eyesore orange New Republic fighter jumpsuit--walks in, looking over his shoulder and laughing at some joke or other. Wiping at his oilstained hands--which match his jumpsuit perfectly-- he shakes his head and looks up--

And stops dead.

"--the kriff? Runt? What'd you do to this place? I haven't even been gone four hours!" He looks around for his horse-faced bunk- and wingmate, but can't seem to find him... and for good reason.

Lt. Tainer... Welcome to Milliways.