It probably said something about Chuck Whitman's state of mind that it took him a good two minutes to realize that this *wasn't* the Officer's Club.

He wasn't any stranger to fatigue.  Anyone who couldn't be on the go for sixteen hours and still be at their peak performance wouldn't make it through their first carrier tour, and sometimes it felt ( Read more... )

(Until I can update my image for canon, this will have to do ( Read more... )

He is resplendent in black silk and velvet, soft leather boots bucking just under the knee and eyeliner curling perfectly around one cheekbone as he steps up the the microphone. He orates his creation in a flawless Russian accent and practically sings out his devotion to the soul behind the bright blue eyes of his beloved ( Read more... )