Richie woke up to the sound of his least favorite voice in the galaxy telling them to get to the bridge, or was it command deck... cockpit? He shook his head and got out of his sleeping box. The young intern didn't bother checking any mirror. There was none. He just leaned against one of the flimsy walls and looked around the "crew quarters." The rest of them hadn't gotten up yet. "C'mon, guys." he sighed. "I don't want to meet the Captain alone. His breath smells like dick and he doesn't care for personal space." As he was leaning, he almost lost his balance when the wall he was leaning on fell towards the cargo area of the hold. Richie regarded it with a glance and started to put his boots on.