Mess Hall - Day 35 - Open
It was an ungodly hour of the morning - still night by any reasonable definition - but the mess hall was already unusually busy; some people getting in a little very last minute shopping, a few stragglers staggering in from one last night of partying, and others like himself who'd had the misfortune to be responsible for the preparations for getting the ship underway. They were due to head out for their next mission in around three hours. Not that anyone seemed to have any idea what their next mission was. Hopefully no spores would be involved.
Still, it was nice to have the ship in perfect working order, even if this state of affairs was unlikely to persist for long. And if it could be a while before they had to cannibalise any vital systems on the fly again that would also be good. Humming absently under his breath, he ordered breakfast from the replicator and took a seat at one of the few free tables.
Still, it was nice to have the ship in perfect working order, even if this state of affairs was unlikely to persist for long. And if it could be a while before they had to cannibalise any vital systems on the fly again that would also be good. Humming absently under his breath, he ordered breakfast from the replicator and took a seat at one of the few free tables.