David crossed the mess hall floor, the sharp clacks of his footsteps a juxtaposition to his overall extremely relaxed demeanor. He took the last tray of snack food he’d replicated from the incredibly helpful NE, and set it out on an empty table. True to his counseling background, the XO had decided it was long past time to know and check in on everyone on the crew, and therefore had earlier today sent out an announcement that anyone off shift was more than welcome to join him in the mess hall for an informal gathering at 1800. And it was indeed 1800. He sat down near the entrance, waiting for his crewmates to gather.

Lieutenant Commander David Morris
Executive Officer