[Falcon] Day one is over

Posted on Tue Mar 17th, 2020 @ 1:45pm by Lieutenant Samuel Carrington & Commander Sarah Rodgers
Edited on on Tue Mar 17th, 2020 @ 1:48pm

819 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 106 – Stalemate
Location: Mess Hall
Timeline: MD1 1800 hrs

Sam had a late start to dinner, he walked over to a seat, and took a seat. The mess hall started to clear out a bit. It was not as nosy, as it normally was. Which was nice. Samuel wanted to clear his head for a bit.

Sarah walked into the mess hall and looked around. She saw Sam, grabbed a bottled water and headed over sitting down. “Hey.” She said softly.

"That's it water? Baby, you need to eat." Samuel suggested, with a disappointing look on his face.

“I didn’t know you already had your dinner,” Sarah said with a smile. She sat her water down. “I’ll be right back, I am starving.”

"Hurry." Samuel said, as she watched that fine physique of a woman walk off to get something to eat.

Sarah was back quickly. She set her tray down sat next to him. “I was hungry for spaghetti and meatballs.”

"Replicated spaghetti and meatballs it is." Samuel laughed. He had meatloaf, at least her meal smelled better than his. "Wanna trade?" He playfully suggested.

“I will share,” Sarah suggested. “But you aren’t getting all my spaghetti in trade for meatloaf.” She grinned at him. “Where is your garlic bread?” She grinned at him, showing him hers.

"Ate it all." Samuel laughed, it was the only thing really worth eating. He had a big grin on his face.

“Here,” Sarah rolled some spaghetti on her fork and stabbed a meatball holding it out for him. “Try some.”

Samuel reached in as if he was going to take a bite, and kept going towards her face. Stealing a kiss, where everyone could see them. He was trying to be smooth about it.

Sarah grinned. “Better than the garlic bread and that meatloaf on your plate I bet.”

"Truth." Samuel said, with a big grin on his face. "I can replicate another one." Samuel suggested to her.

“Not for me,” Sarah shook her head. “This spaghetti has no taste at all.” She pushed the plate away. “I don’t think I am all that hungry.”

"You need to eat, I can replicate some salt and pepper to add to your flavorless spaghetti." Samuel suggested to her.

“That might help,” Sarah took a bite and chewed. “It has no flavor so yeah please.”

"I'll be right back." Samuel said, as he walked over to the replicator, then returned shortly. Handing her the salt and pepper he had replicated. "We should pick up some real salt and pepper next port we go too."

“Yes,” Sarah replied with a nod. “I wonder if we can get a replicator upgrade.”

"We need a Chef, but this ship is to small to have one. So maybe an upgraded replicator unit, will be a sufficient compromise." Samuel said, thinking about the possibilities.

“What about a small kitchen,” Sarah mused. “We could take turns cooking among the bunch of us and when it wasn’t convenient use the replicators?”

"No room, and this ship is already crampt as it is. For the time being we are stuck with replicators, I'm afraid. Perhaps when we go home, we can talk to the corps of engineers about that dilemma." Samuel suggested to Sarah.

“True,” Sarah sighed. “I bet though Aubrey could design something using part of the lunchroom. She is really smart that way.”

"She is, but we have bigger things to be concerned about. Surprised the helmsman is telling his xo to prioritize things. As nice as a kitchen would be, we have bigger issues to deal with at the moment." Samuel pointed out to her.

“That is true,” Sarah nodded. “I was thinking down the road anyway, once the universe is right again and we have time. Our priorities right now are the fleet and what our next move is.”

"If we wait for the universe to be right, will never get what we want." Samuel pointed out to her with a warm smile on his face.

Sarah laughed. “Well I meant once we are settled and the threat is over and have some down time for us.”

"I have a feeling, we will have to make that time ourself." Samuel pointed out to Sarah. He did not like leaving things up to faith or chance. He preferred to be in control, over his destiny.

"I think you are right," Sarah nodded quietly. "I guess we might as well just learn to accept our tasteless food, huh?'

"For now." Samuel said, as he went on. "The Federation will not allow this to stand, before to long, will be back on the station, eating at fancy restaurants again." Samuel suggested, trying to give her a ray of hope.

“I am good,” Sarah pushed her half eaten tray away. “We are made of tougher stuff and replicated food won’t hurt us.”

"That's the spirit." Samuel said, as the scene starts to fade away.

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