Tribunus colonel Vleckson is a man who likes nothing more than to be left alone.
He might have become a hermit, were it not for the fact that hermits are supposed to experience the severing of their worldly ties as a sacrifice, and that would not have been the case for Vleckson.
After many years of distinguished service, he requested to be posted to a quiet office job in a quiet backwater station. He got his wish, he thought, as 7th Fleet ombudsman in the far-away province of Aridia.
Unfortunately, the constellation he was assigned to turned out to be a hotbed of Blooder activity. That is where I first met him.
After that, he requested another mutation, again asking for a quiet backwater system. But the ways of the Navy are unpredictable. He got reassigned very recently to the post of ombudsman of the 24th Imperial Crusade at the war headquarters in Mehatoor. That is arguably one of the least quiet and relaxed posts there exist, certainly if one takes into consideration that also complaints about capsuleers would end up on his desk.
I, on the other hand, was quite happy to hear that the good old chap was now working in Mehatoor’s 24th Imperial Crusade station, just a short walk away from Gottin’s Lamp, LUMEN’s headquarters. This appears to me as divine providence, making it easy for me to visit him and ask how I can return the 1.5 billion ISK payment that I never asked for, nor deserve.
