FourtyTwo@Gardevoiran@Rultaos@iTem@Silver Carrot@BKburke@Xandrya
Stryker walked out from his quarters dressed in his most casual attire- a loose-fitting t-shirt and baggy gym shorts. The Revenant had had absolutely zero contact from the Alliance in about three weeks. The last time he had to deal with them was when a ship had arrived to retrieve the doctors in charge of Benny and Matija's recovery. Since then it had been complete radio silence and truth be told, the monotony was starting to get to the captain. He strolled up into the cockpit, his usual first stop when he got up in the morning.
"Morning Tibulus" he said as he dropped into the co-pilot's seat and observed the room. It wasn't the cleanest, but Stryker knew there was a method to his pilot's mess, the bits and bobs of machinery strewn about the empty spaces of the console. The ever-present, but faint whiff of cigar smoke hung in the air.
"You know it occurs to me that I hardly ever see you outside this room. How about you come on down, have breakfast with us? Ship'll be fine on auto-pilot for an hour or so, it's not like we're really headed anywhere in particular. Think about it at least alright?"
Before he left he wheeled around in the seat and used the co-pilot's console to access the ship-wide comms.
"Good morning everyone, welcome to another day in purgatory. I'm headed down to put together a breakfast spread, so in about twenty minutes, come on down to the kitchen, we all gotta talk about something."
He clapped Tibulus on the shoulder as he headed out "Hope to see ya down there."
About twenty minutes later, Stryker was sitting back in his seat with a cup of coffee and a small plate of toast, bacon and eggs. He wasn't a gourmet chef by any means, but he was able to cover the basics. One by one the crew filed in and as they arrived Stryker waved his hand over to the countertops.
"Help yourself to whatever you like, plenty there. Should be all warmed up unless that damn heating circuit shorted out again. If you're not eating, grab a seat."
As they settled in, Stryker glanced around the table. With so few of them living on the ship these days, it was easy to spot who wasn't here.
"I guess the lovers are a little preoccupied" he said after a sip from his mug, drawing attention to the fact that Amy and Grayson were late.
"Well, we can wait a bit. In the meantime... what's new?"
Stryker walked out from his quarters dressed in his most casual attire- a loose-fitting t-shirt and baggy gym shorts. The Revenant had had absolutely zero contact from the Alliance in about three weeks. The last time he had to deal with them was when a ship had arrived to retrieve the doctors in charge of Benny and Matija's recovery. Since then it had been complete radio silence and truth be told, the monotony was starting to get to the captain. He strolled up into the cockpit, his usual first stop when he got up in the morning.
"Morning Tibulus" he said as he dropped into the co-pilot's seat and observed the room. It wasn't the cleanest, but Stryker knew there was a method to his pilot's mess, the bits and bobs of machinery strewn about the empty spaces of the console. The ever-present, but faint whiff of cigar smoke hung in the air.
"You know it occurs to me that I hardly ever see you outside this room. How about you come on down, have breakfast with us? Ship'll be fine on auto-pilot for an hour or so, it's not like we're really headed anywhere in particular. Think about it at least alright?"
Before he left he wheeled around in the seat and used the co-pilot's console to access the ship-wide comms.
"Good morning everyone, welcome to another day in purgatory. I'm headed down to put together a breakfast spread, so in about twenty minutes, come on down to the kitchen, we all gotta talk about something."
He clapped Tibulus on the shoulder as he headed out "Hope to see ya down there."
About twenty minutes later, Stryker was sitting back in his seat with a cup of coffee and a small plate of toast, bacon and eggs. He wasn't a gourmet chef by any means, but he was able to cover the basics. One by one the crew filed in and as they arrived Stryker waved his hand over to the countertops.
"Help yourself to whatever you like, plenty there. Should be all warmed up unless that damn heating circuit shorted out again. If you're not eating, grab a seat."
As they settled in, Stryker glanced around the table. With so few of them living on the ship these days, it was easy to spot who wasn't here.
"I guess the lovers are a little preoccupied" he said after a sip from his mug, drawing attention to the fact that Amy and Grayson were late.
"Well, we can wait a bit. In the meantime... what's new?"