Posted Oct. 5, 2021, 2:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief Intelligence Liaison Officer) (James Sinclair)
The small shuttlecraft banked to port as it came in on approach to the Sentinel’s shuttle bay. As it slowly and carefully made its way inside, the shuttle’s only passenger looked out the viewscreen past the pilot. He had said barely ten words in the almost twenty hours that he had been in the shuttle. Then was no different, although he did give the pilot a look and a small nod. Stooped almost double, the obsidian-skinned human dressed in the gold uniform of Command picked up a large bag made of some kind of animal hide and stood waiting for the hatch in the side of the shuttle to open. As it did, he stepped out and stood up straight.
He was an imposing figure at over two meters tall and very solidly built. Muscles rippled under the uniform top as he moved. His head was shaved and his skin as black as the space the Sentinel currently traveled through. Dark reddish-brown eyes peered from a handsome face that seemed to be in a perpetual scowl. He surveyed the area and then began walking towards the door.
Nkosenye, CIO
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