<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/TchakAvatarJPG.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'chak<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Flashback-March 10 2032<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aluce Base-Command Center-Personnel Office.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open.<br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>T'chak produced the required documents without a sound as it was not unusual. No matter where you are in the Galaxy or who's forces you fight with, there will always be paperwork. T'chak stood there with his bags as he waited for his ID, and Paperwork to be processed, and checked with security logs. The wait wouldn't be long as the monitor informed the PO that T'chak was needed in personnel. The PO would relay the message and directions to the Personnel office. Offering that T'chak could leave his bags there for the time being. "Understood" T'chak stated before he set the bags down just in front of the desk. Turning he proceeded through the door indicated and alone the path that he was told.<br/><br/>The doors to the Personnel Office opened with a large whoosh as pretty much all doors do in this kind of setting. T'chak stepped in, and looked around. He saw the empty Zentran Desk as well as the large chairs. He wondered if he had missed the Personnel Officer, or if he/She stepped out for some of that Miclone drink,<em>Cawfee</em>. Coffee, probably considered one of Humanity's greatest gifts to the Zentran people. Shortly after being introduced to the stuff, It almost became like gold to the Zentraedi Military. Particularly for those used to slogging away a their duty stations for hours on end.<br/><br/>In the corner, the screen suddenly rezzed to life as a young-middle age Miclone male's face appeared. T'chak turned, and approached the screen and saw a small balcony just beneath it with several Miclone's working at their desks. The Miclone would address T'chak, and instruct him to have a seat. The Zentran complied obediently as he took a couple steps forward, and sat down in the chair just before the balcony. The Man would introduce himself as Lieutenant Mosby, and informed him that there was some bad news with his expected assignment. T'chak's normally stoic face scowled as he heard that. "What is the Problem, Lieutenant?" He asked, lowering the natural volume of his voice so it wasn't so booming.