Captain Douglas was what was known as a Walking Captin.  The kind that could and would show up in the most strangest of places; places where you would never expect to see the Captain of the ship.  The deepest darkest tubes of engineering.  The actual bunk in which the deflector ray operator worked from.  Meaning that Douglas was one of the few Captains that ever met a Ray Operator in his natural element.  A thing he wouldn't wish on anyone, for the men of that station were rather liberal, most knowing that not a soul besides their own would ever come to that dark and lonely spot of a ship.  Also the actual gunner positions along the ship.  Places where the connection to the emptiness of space seemed so much more real as it was only two inches of glass between it and you.  The entire doom of eternity your view through the barrel of a gun.  Douglas prided himself in having this knowledge, and of having the reputation of a man who knew what it was like to be in the Navy trenches.  A thing few in Admiralty House seemed to understand.  The crew did though.  And in his opinion, that was what mattered.<br/><br/>Today was just a jaunt of the basic corridors, the ship being at full capacity and Douglas needing to make appearance's where it counted. He'd save his more private walks for when they'd gotten this rabble of Guards off his ship.  Not to say that Douglas wasn't a friend of the Guard, if there was any man in the Royal Navy Guardsmen liked, it was Douglas.  But he just plain couldn't have this many people on his ship.  Oxygen was a factor, and he didn't even want to think how bad his stores of food and water would be after this run.<br/><br/><em>"All because Fleet can't gets its head out of its ass...God save and the Queen, and thank the Lord the Commonwealth still exists."</em>He thought coming round a corner, coming to the strange sight of a beautiful Guardswoman weeping in one of his corridors.  Douglas moved towards the woman and spoke before she noticed him.  "Come, come now dear.  I'll have no weeping on my ship.  I like to think I give too nice of a ride for that sort of thing."  He said giving the lovely little Asian a smile.  Too few Asain's in the Commonwealth in his opinion.  Then again, the sub-state only survived its early days because of seclusion.  Now however it was a struggle by Parliament to hold onto its identity.  Some reformers wanting to become fully part of the Empire and traditionalist wanting the freedom to govern the Queen's States as they have.  Rightly the Empire didn't care, just so long as the Queen bowed to his Imperial Highness and payed its levies.  Otherwise, they could do what they want.