[b][right]Rear Admiral William Locke
[sup]Commanding Officers Quarters[/sup][/right][/b]

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William flicked through one profile, as he brought another prospective member of the team up before him. He'd let Eli have the final say over the crew however there were people that he needed down on that planet. He flicked another member onto the team, Michael Smith. File laregly redacted, expert in multiple scientific fields. To Elis eyes he'd be a scientific prodigy, whereas William knew better. Michael was an android, a sophisticated A.I system with an even more sophisticated robotic body. The idea was to make a perfect companion, scientist and leader to help guide the human race onwards.  If they continued into the abyss for years to come, he was sure that Michael would maybe one day become a real leader. 

He leaned back in his chair, rubbing his hands over his face and releasing a sigh that he didn't know he was holding in until he had let it go. This job had been taxing over the past five years, he hadn't even realised that the anniversary of five years had been coming up. Usually the civillian population planned some form of celebration, he put in an appearance ofcourse. Made a speech, celebrated with everyone else. The first had been a true party, the second had started to slump. Last year was virtually dead, he had spent most the time navigating the crowd. Being accosted by individuals for being a tyrant, he was hoping to make the announcement in a couple of days for changes aboard the vessel. 

William leaned forwards and changed the data. Swiped the pile across the table, and looked at another two lists of names. One was made by Matthew Lopez, the individual in charge of his marine contingent. While Gavon TreVayne was in charge of civillian security, Matthew had compiled a list of possible security threats for him, basing off what would constitute a military threat. The list used to be short, but was growing longer the lower morale fell. The biggest problem that William could see was the lack of representation, yes there were civillian reps however they had no real authority and were just a glorified HR department. 

He typed onto the table, sending a message to both Matthew and Eli. A reminder of the meeting, and then he pressed the button that activate the intercom to his aide. "Peter."

"Yes Sir?"

"Commander Ross and Colonel Matthew are on their way up. Let them in as soon as they're here, and bring in a fresh pot of coffee and prepare the info-graphs."

"At once, anything else Sir?"

"Yeah-" He let loose another sigh. "-Let Doctor Larson know I'm going to be on time for my bi-annually checkup for once."

"Very good sir."