“Time.” He called from his desk not looking up from the PaDD infront of him.
“The time is 18.34 and 15 seconds.” The emotionless computer voice stated back to him. He dropped his PaDD down onto his desk, standing he arched his back hearing a faint crack. he sighed loudly, everybody on the ship was behaving with the expectation of the two marines who had had a scuffle the night previous. Both now sleeping off hangovers in their respective cells.

Riloc had sent a communication to Captain Hawkins informing her of that two of her people were in custody. They had a few cuts a bruises and neither were willing to explain what happened to cause the fracas anyway. The major issue was the broken bar stool and cracked table in ten forward, easy enough to fix but the bar keep was less than amused and has demanded some form of reparation for the damage. Riloc had no idea what would be suitable reparations in a society that does not overtly use money anymore, he supposed he could contact a Ferengi and ask but that would not be the most honest review of the crime. He would just wait for Hawkins to get in contact.

He looked at the security feed the two marines were still sleeping. The latest security updates had just come through and everyone had reported in and all was fine. Jefta was at her post keeping an eye on the marines. She looked just as bored as he felt.

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