[ 23rd century and flagships, eh? That seems a bit early for Miles, though the timeline does roughly match with his own civilization's discovery of wormhole tech. Definitely another spacer, then, and he's glad of it. ]

And now you are here, in another century entirely. Everything feels like you're in a period drama or something.

[ Entirely sympathetic, that tone. Because - well, that's how he feels a little. Everything's so quaint, starting with the existence of parking lots and going up from there. ]

Would you believe me if I said I slept my way up? [ A joke, absolutely. He takes a drink. ] More like I snowballed one ship into a fleet. And alas, the paperwork caught up with me in the end.