[ confortare-ultorem ]
----What luck to be had.
A born spacer, raised and continued residence of space trapped on Earth where his ancestors originated from. In a place he was fully unfamiliar with. It was only the goddess he had to thank he was out of his combat armor- for it would have erect more unnecessary attention than he wished. old Alliance issued clothes for on duty purposes was an oddity as it was. Albeit it was perhaps the least of his problems. A copper eye, with a cataract twin and scars of origins he could never explain to a local.
& The mistress of time was a cruel, cruel individual to be sure. It was all he could to find a secluded place and m e d i t a t e on his situation. Sitting firmly on the ground and both eyes clamped shut. For keeping control was of most importance.
Why he was in such a time he could only guess as the era of the Renaissance, he could not explain. His ancestry branched from Scotland.
