Promptly at 0900 the following morning Shedda walked through the door of the officer’s mess, she’d already been up and working since 0600. A ship like the Manhattan never really slept and was only rarely ‘quiet.’ She had no idea what Alex had in store for her today, but had opted for a uniform jacket rather than the full jumpsuit, and her hair was tightly braided and coiled into a bun to keep it out of her face. She made her way over to their usual table and sat down. Waiting to grab food until Alex arrived.

Mal’athar, XO