Posted by Lieutenant Priscilla Simms (Chief Science Officer) in The most important meal

Posted by Ensign Clinton Reed (Operations Officer) in The most important meal
Stores had spent the better part of the last hour in the gym, age and lifestyle competing at an unfavorable advantage against his need to keep up with the younger crew had made it a regular habit. Tho it had tightened up some of the flab, he still sported a belly, tho the muscles were firm over the underlying fat.

Stores wonders into the mess about half an hour earlier than his usual habit, but it was already doing a brisk business. He made is way to the replicator banks and ordered a simple breakfast of resequenced eggs, sausage, toast and a pitcher of synth orange. Then began the daunting task of finding some where to sit.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Supercargo

She had been alerted when Reed had wakened and had truly stopped him from grabbing a ‘snack’. She checked on him and discovered he had gone to the gym so she had waited for him in the mess. As Reed turned to look for a place to sit, a hand came out of the corner of his eyes and took the tray. “Well, well… at least you didn’t grab a biscuit and honey.” She laughed and nodded him towards the table she had in the corner near a large window. “You sleep all right?” She smiled and set the tray down and sat across from him where a nearly identical meal was sitting. She laughed. “It seems great minds think alike. Sit down and eat. Promised Ops I’d feed you. I don’t know about you, but I have no desire to cross him.” She laughed and tucked into the tray before her, glad she hadn’t eaten all ready.

Priscilla
CSO

Stores didn’t point out the fact that the replicators had made real eggs, sausage, toast and orange juice for her, not the resequenced stuff he had grown up on. “Slept well, thank you. Smiling, “and I have to agree, Hammor could palm my head and lift me to eye level. The idea of wall to wall counseling with him is less than appealing.” Poring himself a glass of the orange liquid. “I noticed some one blocked my access to Isaac’s brew, as well”

Setting across from him it was clear he wasn’t the young man she had assumed the morning before, grey peppered his hair, and the smooth skin of his face and arms was due to dermal regeneration. He had at least a decade on the science Officer.

“ I swear the new LT has taped the internal sensors, he seems to turn up when you least want him and most need him.”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, supercargo