Leon Wallace, with an air of authority, instructed the duty sergeant to fetch Captain Basil Archer, Lieutenant Ulrich Knudsen, and Sergeant Hamish MacDonald. Within moments, the three esteemed individuals stood before him, their crisp salutes a testament to their discipline and readiness.
“Follow me,” Leon commanded, leading them to a secluded meeting room. As they entered, he paced the room, his mind racing with the weight of what he was about to reveal.
“I have it under good authority that the three of you are the best of the best,” Leon began, his tone serious and resolute. “What you see here does not leave this room. Understood?”
The trio nodded in unison, their expressions determined and focused. Captain Archer eagerly opened the dossier, his eyes scanning the contents until he came upon a particular photograph.
“Looks like one of your kind, eh?” he remarked to Lieutenant Knudsen, leaning over to show him the image.
Lieutenant Knudsen’s eyes widened in surprise. “I had no idea the Americans were this open to my species,” he mused, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
“You should wear your true self more often and not wear that species camouflage thing you were telling me about,” Captain Archer suggested, his gaze meeting Leon’s for approval.
“I think we can trust the Commander. Go ahead,” Leon affirmed, giving his consent for Lieutenant Knudsen to reveal his true form.
With a few deft movements on his wrist console, Lieutenant Knudsen’s disguise dissolved, revealing his hound-headed visage. Leon recoiled in shock, saved from stumbling only by Sergeant MacDonald’s steady hand.
“Easy there, Commander,” Sergeant MacDonald advised, his voice calm and reassuring as he steadied Leon.
Regaining his composure, Leon accepted the offered whiskey from Sergeant MacDonald, grateful for the support. “Thank you, Sergeant,” he acknowledged before turning his attention back to Lieutenant Knudsen.
“You may do as you please,” Leon conceded, his curiosity piqued by the revelation. “The better I know you, the more I can trust you.”
As Sergeant MacDonald examined the photographs, he voiced his confusion. “He doesn’t look familiar. Do you know what star system he’s from, Commander?”
Leon’s brow furrowed in contemplation. “Star system?” he repeated, his mind racing with possibilities. “I’ve seen a lot of weird things lately, so far, the subject of time travel isn’t to be discounted. I know it sounds crazy.”
“Aye, Commander,” Sergeant MacDonald agreed solemnly. “Some of the Lieutenant’s kin come from far away planets.”
Lieutenant Knudsen, intrigued by the mention of the Royal Canadian Space Cavalry
The Royal Canadian Space Cavalry (RCSC), originally established as the Frontier Security Force (RSF) in 2074, serves as the primary law enforcement and defense force across the Canadian Expanse. Renamed to honor the traditions of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP), the RCSC was formed in response to increasing piracy along key shipping routes and has evolved into a crucial..., sought Leon’s opinion. “What do you make of this ‘Royal Canadian Space Cavalry’?”
Leon pondered the question for a moment before responding. “I’m not sure,” he admitted, his thoughts already spinning with the implications of their newfound knowledge.
