Its been decades sense the war... I find myself at times staring into deep space through a murky glass of rum thinking of my fallen brethren. The thoughts of war both excite and worry me but I know my place is on the bridge of a flag ship once again. The feel of the worn leather of my old command chair aboard the SDF-1 still lingers in my mind. I long to speak the words fire the main gun. Into the void we all must go.