[b]Alastair[/b]
Eden Station

It was decided that they'll finally get re-supplied. He wasn't sure how the rest of the crew would have lasted if they went any longer without substance. Humans were like that after all, fleshy little things. On their way to the Eden Station they received an distress call from Russia, Ana's home country. Which was quite strange considering there shouldn't be anything alive there, well, human anyways. And basing off the common knowledge, Ana blew it off and it was decided that they'd be going to the Eden Space Station to resupply for their next mission. 

When they arrived they were met by a supposed acquaintance of Ana's, whom was part of the beetle-like humanoid race, A Scarab. They were a primitive and warlike but able to learn tech quite fast and had a hard exoskeleton. They descended from the species of the same name on Earth, a type of Dung Beetle. [i]I wonder how they feel to be a dung beetle race.[/i] He mused, wise to keep the thought to himself. And he was also willing to fund their supply hunt, which was probably a godsend considering it's been 100 years and probably wouldn't have been able to get much worth supplies in this age.

Hearing all he had to hear, he assembled the kitchen detail crew and lead them off the ship and to the food market. He then dispatched them to various stores to stock up on a different kinds of ingredients and food products. Given the many different members of the crew, one needs variety. Not like it mattered to Alastair, he just takes whatever is there and makes something out of it. Named, Preference or choice of foods didn't matter to him, he just made whatever he felt liked and served accordingly. He figured the humans apart of his detail would know more about the foods they needed and the kinds everyone liked. He also needed some new cutlery.

[color=9e0b0f][b]"Well, time to get to it."[/b][/color]