Miller appeared in front of the Admiral's desk.
"Sir, the Spartan command notified you about has arrived. Want me to check in on her?"
"Her?"
"Yes sir."
Parker sifted through the papers on his desk.
"Looks like even command can make mistakes..."
"Either way, should I give her a tour of the ship?"
"No. it's late, let her settle in, and I'll handle it in the morning."
"Yes sir."
Miller disappeared. Admiral parker took off his reading glasses and set them down on his desk. He picked up the block of wood he'd been working on and continued shaving it down.
"In a few days, I'll be able to paint it." He said with a smile. One of the few hobbies he really had, making wood models from scratch was something he'd done since he was a kid, and he took pride in his work.