There was a single light in the store room when his vox bead began going off. "Ensign, you've been summoned... we will send someone to escort you now." 

"Wait, escort me?" he asked but the bead was already off. He shrugged the message off and continued to work. Twenty crates of rations, two crates of lasrifles, nine crates of laspacks." the door behind him opened, and closed soon after, "four crates of spare tooling and parts... Is that a crate of explosives." he was taken from his feet as he looked around, "Can I at least get my things?" the ensign asked as he was shifted down the halls, and he was then put on his feet with a few bags in front of him. 

"Oh... I guess I have my things..." he said as he lifted the bags onto his shoulder, and he looked to his sides, "Well, let us go." he said as he was marched forward with the two men, in a shuttle bay he was given, and several hours later he was on a shuttle to a higher class station, one where someone of his families wealth and prestige should be. The two guards had left him, and he was then left with a PDA, and he was given instructions on where to go next.

Upon the station, he would travel the length of the station before he found his needed area, the Windsor Suite, well someone must have finally recognized the person standing in the naval uniform with a bag full of items, and the perfect timing of smell hit him. 

"I smell something other then nutrition paste and rations..." he said as he entered the room, and he looked around, and found his target. The full buffet, to which, he made sure his things were secured on his side and he began to fill his plates with things to eat.