The Komerex (the structure which grows)

 

A bulletin board system for the perpetual game can be found by clicking here.
The one should read how the zha (game) begins, below:

 

Kurdaj had been reassigned to "The Krios Sector."

He had been given difficult assignments before...having worked his way up through the ranks, his last assignment had been
as a commander of a fleet...a fleet that was located in the backwater of the empire, used to reinforce the other fleets
during the war.

 

By the end of the war, Kurdaj was left with a fleet that had been stripped of all but a few ships.

Regardless, after years of effort, he rebuilt it to a leaner version of its former self.

With that rebuilding, Kurdaj became noticed by the high council and made few friends.

 

There are those who believe his reassignment was due to the tactics he used to get the job done.

 

He was unclear about all of the council's reasons for the reassignment, but the reason that came to mind and the lips of others was his lack of playing politics...always opting to fix the problem rather than conspiring about what he would get out of it.
 

As Kurdaj arrived at Battle Base 5, he looked around, trying to size it up...
 

"This base has seen better days" he was heard muttering.

He made his way to command where he was greeted by a mix of military and civilians, all clamoring for his time.

Kurdaj spoke "Where is my office?" as one of the officers pointed to a door on the upper deck.

 

Kurdaj pushed past the gathered and made his way to the door. He stopped for a moment...then turned and looked at the crowd.

 

With one word, the crowd dispersed.

 

For those that had bothered to learn anything about their new commander, they knew he was direct but fair and meant what he said.

 

Now, that word was "Tomorrow."

He turned again and walked thru the open door.

 

He looked around the office, remembering his last attempt at occupying an office...that had not gone well.

 

He was of the opinion that a leader needed to be out front among his command, not sitting in an office pushing reports.

 

Now he had to find a way to resign himself to doing the opposite of his nature and add the fact now he had to deal with civilians, both Klingon and alien.

 

Kurdaj thought about it for a second...a smile widened on his face.

 

Outside in the command center, all that was heard was loud laughter coming from the commander's office.

 

Most were unclear as to its meaning, but a couple who had served with him before smiled inwardly, knowing
changes were coming.