"I was born out there, and my old man's a vice admiral," Nikolai explained with a yawn. "Pretty much started out there... And yeah, Petty Officer 2nd Class, Nikolai!" He shot off a salute, though his smile showed just how halfhearted it was. "I was shipped out here for what I like to call 'calculated incompetence'." He smirked. "Well planned fuck ups. Never enough to be discharged for, just enough to get myself thrown out into the weakest sea. Enough to get thrown out to my Cradle of Dreams." He said with a smile. His stomach gurgled. "Ohhh, man, but let's drop anchor, I'm starving!"