"Fabulous. I get pulled from Andromeda to the Seefra system, some sort of inescapable pocket dimension, and now I'm here. This is Dylan's fault. Or Trance. It's one of them, they did this."

He looked at his empty cup, wanting more but really to lazy and drunk to go get it.He hated to admit it but maybe Harper was right. And just because he was drunk didn't mean Rhade had lost all his manners, he gave Julian a mock salute. "Lt. Commander Telemachus Rhade of the New Systems Commonwealth starship Andromeda Ascendant." Telemachus narrowed his eyes, staring at the young doctor. "You've never really seen a Nietzschean." And on that thought he felt a little guilty. Rhade was not exactly in the best spot to be an ambassador of his kind. Until normal circumstances he'd be perfect. Unfortunately at the moment he was an unwashed drunk drowning in self pity.