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"Really?" Daniel asked. "I always imagined it being idyllic."

Yuri lead Petra through the station, upstairs, and finally into the Sovkosmos Command. He gestured to an office on the left. "That is the Admiral of the Fleet's office." He explained as he lead hear towards it.

As they passed the secretary, the young smiled at the Captain Lieutenant, who nodded back. She pressed a button and the doors swung open. The Admiral, a man with silver hair and a thin frame, sat behind his desk. His office was more furturistic than the General's- less classy and had more recent furniture and a very nice looking terminal. The desk was metal.

The Admiral was in mid conversation with some officers who looked much higher ranked than both the Captain Lietenant and Petra, but when he saw them enter he waved his hand.

"Leave us." The officers stepped out at his orders, giving the wounded girl and ajoined officer puzzled glances.

"Please sit." The Admiral said. Unlike the General, whose voice was powerful and commanding, he was higher pitched and had almost a permenant sneer to it, like he disliked everyone he talked to or thought he was better than them. Yuri released Petra so that she could sit in one of the armless, slouched red chairs.