Tyler pressed his face against the viewport of Spacedock, warranting an audible clearing of the throat from a maintenance person walking past. Using his sleeve, he wiped the grease from the window. "Sorry," he said with a big grin. He looked again at the great ship he would be navigating. It had been completely repaired... and repainted. The new color made it look even more sleek than before. He couldn't wait. Grabbing his hyperbike trophy for dear life, he ran down the covered gangplank and into the superstructure of the Warlord. He stared inside and marvelled at the quickness of the repairs. As he ran through hallways, he nearly knocked over three support personnel. "Sorry!" He'd yell.

He got to his quarters and the door quietly slid open. "Lights!" he yelled. He room was completely restored. Having a room in the interior of the ship, there was very little damage done, just the jostling of some furniture. As thorough as the repair crews had been, even those were fixed. He looked over on his main shelf in his small living quarters. The opening he had made for his commendation was still there. Taking the pin and the letter from his knapsack, he carefully placed them in their appointed place. Sure enough, there was ample room for more. He decided to place his trophy on the dresser below the shelf. Using the bottom of his jacket, he polished off the fingerprint marks, stepped back, and looked at his growing 'Wall of Achievement' with a smile.

His parents just didn't understand... and probably never will. He had gotten into three separate fights with his father during his vacation and was forced to watch his mother cry over his career choice twice. Although she had admitted she'd rather Tyler try a career at hyperbike racing, she didn't even show up to the race. He even had to drag his unconscious brother to his bed after yet another night of drinking had gotten the better of him. No wonder his dad didn't have high hopes for Mark every being responsible. Tyler actually regretted not staying at the hotel where the doctor stayed. Part of him had hoped to clear the air with his father before he left. Things actually degraded.

"Let him have his stupid pub," Tyler said aloud. He plumped down in one of the three chairs in his living area. "I'll show 'em. I AM going to be a hero someday. I'll even be bigger than Hikaru Sulu." Once again, day dreams of epic battles in space filled his head. In his mind, the front viewscreen showed a dozen Reman warbirds bearing down while he laughed carelessly at their vein attempts to defeat him. Tyler fell asleep in his chair as the eighth warship burst into flames.