MJOLNIR'S HAND
"A Firespitter? Are you sure Isra?" Martin asked from the chair in his large office off the bridge of MJOLNIR'S HAND.
The stars filled the large view window, the desk against the wall with two couches across from it. The small credenza was pushed up against the opposite wall with several holoimages of Androcles and Aricia, as well as Anja, Dysea and Isabella resting on top of it. The wall was adorned with framed still pictures of Torma and Isheeni, as well as Arzoal and two photos of their island palace on Apo Prime. Martin had left the decorating to Aricia and his other Queens, having no desire to attempt something with which he had no taste.
Martin walked around the large, life sized holoimage of Isra and went to the dispenser where he entered the code for a large mug of coffee.
