Ko was always a little thrown off by how many people were in the mess hall. Humans seemed to be eating all the time, while Dexians ate once every two or three days. He still wasn't quite used to coming here, not least of all because there were so many conversations going on at once. It was one of the loudest places on the ship, and every time he ( Read more... )

The mess hall was unusually crowded this shift. Saval sat down at a table with a cup of strong black coffee to ponder why that was. Maybe there was some work being done in other departments that required more exertion and burned more calories than average, making more people hungry right now. Or perhaps there had been some slight shift in the ( Read more... )

Coming off a quiet shift in Engineering, Robert was looking forward to the buzz of activity and potential conversations he'd no doubt find in the mess hall. A ship of four-hundred could never be absolutely quiet, after all, and he had a knack for finding good conversations. Or at least good people to talk to. Whether or not he failed at the ( Read more... )

Adrian was starting to think he'd been stationed at Utopia Planitia for far too long. He'd got too used to being able to go home to a real bed and real food at night. Not to mention those had been four glorious years in which he hadn't had to do an eight-hour shift at the helm. Helming in transit wasn't in any way difficult, but it had to be the ( Read more... )

At this time of the morning it was quiet in the mess hall, most people either on-shift or in bed. Though all their most recent crises were well and truly done with, Scotty found he was still having a little trouble getting back onto ship time. Not that it mattered. The briefing for their next mission had just gone out, and though it appeared to be ( Read more... )

The hiccups started 20 minutes ago. His hands started trembling soon after that. When his eyes moved too fast over the equation he was looking at he felt a wave of vertigo. He rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb. He hiccuped again, silently, his head jerking a little. The diaphragm rebellion was cause for concern because that meant his ( Read more... )

A day on shift after the big fake emergency, and things were trying to be normal again. At least Christine thought they were. It was hard to tell. Five weeks out and nothing had been "normal" yet. But maybe they never would be ( Read more... )

Humans had bizarre food customs... and bizarre food. When she was at the academy, Gaila had normally cooked her own food, but it wasn't possible to cook every day on the Enterprise, so she was left eating what the replicator claimed were human foods. She hadn't even heard of half the menu choices. The plate before her contained something called ( Read more... )

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 ( Read more... )

Charlene stood at the replicator, her nose wrinkled in concentration as she stared down at the device. She never really liked these things - she always seemed to do something wrong, and for a picky person like Charlene, such mistakes were devastating. It was late - her normal medical blues were traded out for a loose-fitting starfleet t-shirt and ( Read more... )