II

II

Captain Verdana dressed in his best uniform. It was the one that he saved for only the most auspicious occasions.  He looked at himself in the mirror that ran the length of his door in his quarters.  He smiled, his award accepting smile.  He knew he looked good.  He walked out of his quarters and to the link hatch.  He looked out the portal at the grand space station that was the hub of the Galactic Armada. 

He wondered briefly if he was going to be executed.  Eh, maybe they didn’t know that it was all his fault.

“Fuck,” he muttered.  He knew that he was only lying to himself if he tried to imagine they  believed he was innocent.