Gorkon walked in after a patrol within Omega 3 itself and guarding over the base his crew now called home. As always, he walked with purpose and pride. The alien warrior would take a seat after ordering a drink.
He sat alone, reviewing on his com pad some gun cam shots that he had taken. He smirked a little as he muttered under his breath, "like Rheinland needs our base when there is a jump hole that evades patrols. Suck on that one, Carina." He pondered sending the pictures to the Royals but he voted against it, his strong dislike of them winning out.
"Take this base?" he thought to himself, "Over my dead Klingon body!"
He sat alone, keeping to himself. His looks were enough to draw unwanted attention without trying.