<div class="floatleft">(http://i786.photobucket.com/albums/yy145/alxnjsh/characters/47efd7e903800.jpg?t=1289682671)</div><br/>Brady Vincent's walk included a particularly happy spring in the step. It seemed to him that life was complete. He only graduated a year before from the Academy and already serving as an ensign on a brand new ship in the fleet. Admittedly there were a few times he wondered if he received preferential treatment due to his relationship to a high ranking official in Starfleet. On the other hand he knew he worked hard and earned every bit of rewards he received.<br/><br/>Further complicating this was the Commanding Officer of the McNair, Captain Airik Mitchell. The Captain was his uncle’s life partner. Brady wondered if he was purposefully put on the McNair to be looked after by Mitchell. It just made things very odd – or at least had the potential to make them odd. Brady had yet to actually see Captain Mitchell on the ship so he couldn’t exactly prove that keeping him safe and prying was his goal.<br/><br/>For now, Brady was happy being blissfully ignorant of any higher chess matches where he was his uncle’s pawn. Because of this bliss, he decided to take a little time off and enjoy Three Forward. With a rumble in his stomach, he approached the bar. Smells turned his head toward an engineering crewman. “Oh wowser…what’s that awesome smell?”<br/>