Stores made his way to the mess hall and ordered up his usual resequenced protein and vegetables lunch. Not that he didn’t enjoy what the replicators could provide, it’s just sometimes you fell back in comfort food.

Adding a cup of Forgave’s brew he found himself at his habitual table reading over the restock rearm reports. With his mag boots propped up in another chair, he could see from the life support logs that people were trickling back aboard and the Dresden was coming back to life.

Life was good, soon he would be back to just being one of the junior officers with the LT making the hard calls.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo