[Deaging into DANGER MODE]

[takeme2urpants]

[If you are looking for Admiral ZEX right now, you're going to be disappointed. He is not on his ship, in the Mess Hall, or available at any of his regular haunts. In fact, Admiral ZEX isn't in Camp at all.]

[Instead, Captain ZEX, circa 2126--younger, buffer, and meaner--is prowling around near the barrier, confused, angry, and not in the mood for

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[kisswithamanus]

What are you doing?

[kisswithamanus]

Well?

[takeme2urpants]

This is before my time.

[kisswithamanus]

Yes. Took you long enough.

[takeme2urpants]

I did not experience the usual hyperspace jolt.

[kisswithamanus]

Yeah, this place doesn't make much sense that way.

[takeme2urpants]

Corporal. What is the length of your stay thus far?

[kisswithamanus]

About four months.

[takeme2urpants]

[This face: you are the worst Corporal ever]

[kisswithamanus]

What?

[takeme2urpants]

And how do you spend your copious amounts of spare time, Corporal Lance?

[kisswithamanus]

I have a mission.

[takeme2urpants]

Which is?

[kisswithamanus]

None of your business.

[takeme2urpants]

It hardly matters. My implication stands.

[kisswithamanus]

It's top secret.