Mikhail, after journeying around the more remote parts of Sirius, returns to Coronado once more, hailing the Trotsky. His Crow, looking a little more battered than before, docks with the Destroyer, and he jumps out. Pieces are falling off of the Crow now, looking as if it's been through a few fights, and he himself looks physically tired. Making sure he cleared his pockets of all weapons, and left them on his ship, he makes his way back into the proper office.
After another search, he sits down, and waits patiently. He had some things to talk about with the Comissar, and hope he would be available soon.
Mikhail took his datapad, and began to mindlessly scroll through old logs, waiting for his turn.
