Eldorin was getting too old for this. He had a lovely estate back on Earth and was happy practicing his hobbies and exploring the country side. Now that being said Eldorin wasn’t sure there was a corner of Belfast he didn’t know of but still, retirements was wonderful and he had a good 400 years of it to look forward to. Then the message came in one fateful autumn afternoon and that spelled the end to gardening and tending to his duck pond. He knew one was coming just not when, but he knew at some point Rende would be recalled and recalled she was to a ship this time. Oh the posting was labeled as ‘a request’ and the position was worded as ‘for your consideration’ but Eldorin had been married for over 400 years and that amount of time really lends to some understanding between people. There wasn’t anything he could say or do to dissuade her, so instead he applied for a reinstatement as well and resigned himself to just being a grump for a while before they got into the swing of things.

As he swung himself out of bed he started muttering, “You know I liked not having an alarm clock…and a wonderful old house with my beloved roses” to no one in particular but he knew Rende was still about. He sighed and went to the kitchen to make his coffee when he looked at the counter with a sigh and said “Oh that’s right. I’m not in Ulster County anymore and my coffee pot is sitting on a counter top millions of miles away. Computer, replicate Eldorin Coffee 72 please.” He grabbed the cup, a near perfect replica that didn’t quite accomplish the goals. The scenery was wrong, the air smelled wrong, the sounds of the estate were replaced with groaning bulkheads and that ever persistent hum. He sipped and had a somewhat sour expression on his face as he said, “Computer.... ugh… it’s not right. Edit parameters…”
Eldorin said trailing off as he edited the minutiae of the program and would probably continue to do so for a while yet. He finished his coffee and had a breakfast of toast, baked beans, and an egg fried over easy with a dash of lemon pepper for good measure.

As he buttoned the clasp of his vintage uniform that looked far more in place in a museum than onboard a late 23rd century starship and said. “Alright honey, I’ll see you at noon for our ‘official meeting’?”

Eldorin, COS