The list field was closed and he removed the old helm, hanging it casually atop the sword pommel, as he strode back to the center of the events throng... of peoples. Everyone was eating and drinking merrily; haggling with vendors, watching performers, or otherwise occupying themselves. From the list field, he walked with the stature that spoke volumes of an older man, who had taken up the equipment of one looking to fight as in days long gone by. His sword hung in its scabbard, and he carried his. Heureusement que le sida n’existait pas encore ! Je me rendis au service médical du bord, pour consulter le médecin. Première gêne, quand je vis que l’infirmière était là… …mais il fallait bien se soigner. Je ne vous dis pas, l’impression d’horreur et de honte apocalyptique, pour le presque gamin que j’étais encore à l’époque, de devoir expliquer ma situation, avec un minimum de détails, puis de sortir mon truc pour le montrer au médecin, sous l’œil à la fois apparemment consterné et plutôt. She used the fact that she had to go to the bathroom as an excuse to get away. Leaving the area she hollered and said she would be right back.Looking for him along the way she didn't see him anywhere, she assumed they had left and began to feel that terrible loneliness returning. Reaching the bathroom doors she started to turn around to go back but felt someones hand reach out to her. She started to pull away and turned around. It was him ... She smiled at him and gave him her hand. She didn't. The largest cell, to be precise. He looked around and saw many other people, including his XO. Unembarrassed by his state of dress, he stalked over to his XO.“What the fuck is happening?!” he bellowed.Ghur immediately spun and recognized the captain, saluting at once.“Enough of that! Tell me what is going on!”Ghur quickly put his arm down. “I don’t know, captain. I was making sure everything was ready in case we needed to jump, and then suddenly I was teleported here, along most of the bridge.