Doyle had this really oldschool record player in his office, nobody understood why he had it, technology had progressed far passed something like that and acquiring physical records was such a hassle, nobody had used them in years. But most nights federation soldiers could hear music coming from the generals office, and the man humming to himself, presumably dancing along.
After he died, Kimball looked for the record player, but she just couldn’t find it anywhere. She was devastated, it had meant a lot to Doyle, she wanted to preserve it, even though she herself didn’t understand it. But its okay, because Doyle wasnt the only one who’d danced to the records hed owned. Somewhere out there in the universe there was a ship, and on that ship, an ex-mercenary in green and gray armour, and a very old record player.
