Gibbs figured he would meet his check in obligations by starting at the top and working himself down. First would be Deck 11, and Counselor Cross.

The spacious counseling offices were easy to find. The waiting room had at least one other crewman inside, a tall gangly looking engineer. The gold uniform and grease stains around the cuffs of their sleeves were a dead giveaway. The receptionist was busy so Gibbs thought he would chat up the Engineer.

“Mind if I sit here? I’m Gibbs, Walter Gibbs” He stated extended his left hand. The engineer looked at him oddly at first, then took his hand. “Beeker. Robin Beeker. And yes, you can take a seat.”

“I just came aboard the Ark Angel. Doing my check ins. How about you? How long have you been aboard the Ark Angel?”

Beeker’s smile was thin barely noticeable. “It’s not the Ark Angel. It’s the AA. You go around calling her the Ark Angel and you will stick out. And I have been aboard for about 17 months. Engineering, if you can’t tell.”

“I figured as much,” Gibbs replied, pointing at Beeker, “I saw the grease stains. If you don’t mind, can I ask you a question? What are the rules around here regarding modifying the replicators in my quarters? I want to tweek a recipe.”

“I think it will be ok to do it to the one in your quarters, Just don’t mess with the ones in 17 Forward or the diplomatic areas. That would bring down the Wrath of Waryn. My boss doesn’t like folks messing with stuff they don’t need to be messing with. Why don’t you give me your quarters ID and I’ll make the changes for you?”

“Thank you Robin. I’m in 41-117.” Gibbs replied with a smile, “I’m glad we met Beeker.”

“I am too, Walter. I’ll contact you soon.”

Just then the receptionist interjected, “Hello. Can I help you?”

Ens. Gibbs