Grand Shepherd Burtch
Retired old admiral

Damascus Station, upper tower Hospital
Today was a day when Burtch could actually think straight. It was nice, for a change. His medical condition was always fluctuating, and he desperately wished to be standing or walking around again.
But, alas, his fledgling lucidity was wasted on the presence of his medical droid. For some reason, it had decided that it had nothing better to do than stand around waiting for Burtch to do something “bad”. He was, thus, Forced to wait in his hospital bed, waiting for the pain and dizziness to come back.
His only consolation was his ship, the Shii-Cho. She was sentient, as were all Ophanim Guard Destroyers, and he could always reach out to her through his neural implant. She was moored in the docks below him, now retired from active service. She kept him company, pressing her consciousness against his own in an Angel Navis facsimile of holding hands.
With her help, he had set up many political “irons in the fire”. The arrival of Rex Valhoun a while ago had awoken his desire to “play” once more, giving him one last game in the final days of his life. Now, he used her as his assistant, and a secretary. She didn’t seem to mind the demotion from warship, though. She supported his new motivations and she believed that they helped alleviate his pain while his condition continued to worsen.
Boredom nibbled away at his patience, and he reached out to Shii-Cho through his neural implant once again, ~Is he here yet? This droid won’t leave me alone and I have nothing to do in this bed.~
~I’ll let you know when he’s close.~ She said, exerting her own patience. He had asked her exactly 7 times since this morning…
