Stores stepped off the lift and walked the length of the engineering deck, passing threw the engineering quarters that made up ‘ships control’ to the ladder leading to the mango ace hatch that concealed the ‘crows nest’.

Even working on the overhaul and refit, he hadn’t figured out why this half size enlisted quarters existed, as his investigations showed that the other Maverick claw ships lacked it. On all her sisters it was simply a maintenance closet, adjacent to where the main plasma conduit split to join the warp pylons. Ducking the conduit chaise just inside the door way, he made his way to the replicator and began to strip, leaving his boots, and emptying his pockets into them, his clothing was sent to reclamation. The hour and a half he had spent passed out gave him the luxury of being able to take another shower before crawling into his rack and passing out.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo