What a War can Hold

Tomorrow I go on leave. To think this war would have lasted more than a year, but its still going.

I am Rohland Greystone, the son of the clan leader of the Nutainians, Alum Greystone. Nutainians are what my people were called many years ago when the Humans crashed down onto my home planet Kronos several hundreds of years ago. It seemed to take them forever to reunite with their own but to then learn of a Federation taking hold over the region of the galaxy. Apparently they didn't take care of their planet and it blew up.

But all I have to do is wait one more day before I leave for back home. Kronos seems so far away when I stare out the window of the U.S.S. Huston, a frigate class vessel.

Now the trip back to Kronos won't take very long, I just have to take a bus. I stroll on and board the ship at the station and take a seat across from the buffet. I bumped into a friend of mine, a cute detective from the planet Shiv, a front line world, on my way to the station, she's sitting and playing poker over in the corner. I'm just idling away time and waiting now.