<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/Rondon.jpg)</div><strong>Comander Rondok<br/>Mess Hall<br/>Tagged: Empola</strong><br/><br/>Despite standing well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and powerful muscles, Comander Rondok sometimes forgot to make noise when he moved.  Distracted by her own thoughts, Empola might not notice him coming up behind her, though the ball of tension at the base of his spine made his thoughts and emotions a bit louder than most around him.<br/><br/>He stopped just behind her left shoulder and stood straight, a PAD in one hand and a drink in the other.  "Miss Largran," he spoke.  To himself, he sounded forthright and plainspoken.  To many others, his tone was blunt and abrupt.  When he was angry or vexed, they were surprised to learn how much harsher he could truly sound.  "I am Rondok.  I would enjoy sitting at your table."