Breakfast

Posted on Wed Jul 16th, 2014 @ 7:32pm by Walter Jones & Jan Valentine & Langar Tarn & Charlotte Ashcroft & Bruce Air (PNPC)

1,527 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Session 7: Changes
Location: Crew Mess room

[ON] 

[Langar's Cabin]

 After the surprising departure from New Bajor Langar finished up his work detail checking through the Warden's cargo modules and after dinner found himself back in his cabin.

 The compartment was small but comfortable eunough, considering it was a Cardassian design. The bulkheads, ceiling and deck were still in that drab utilitarian gray color the species seemed so fond of. Although a previous occupant had left a shabby but colorful floor mat and nearly dead potted plant for some unknown species. 

Langar had been going to toss the thing in the garbage disposal but spotting a couple of green leaves decided to cut the dead foliage away and water it instead. This evening he noticed it had two new tiny little sprigs of growth. 

Now they were in space he decided to unpack his bag. It was habit he had developed of packing his few possessions up whenever the ship he was on was landed or docked. You never knew when you might have to leave in a hurry. 

He opened the storage locker built into one wall, wiped off the dusty shelves and set out his clothing and a couple of other items. His bag also contained a worn but serviceable Type 3 Romulan disruptor, that went under the bed and large Bajoran fishing knife in it's scabbard, that went on one of the shelves.

 The last item was a small battered piece of Bajoran technology, a holographic projector. This one was loaded with a series of natural landscape scenes from Bajor. It was old, he'd had it for over twenty years, finding it in the ruins of an apartment building that had been razed by the Cardassians in retaliation for a resistance raid and it had been an outdated model then. 

Turning the small box on, he positioned it on the built-in table and selected a hologram of the forests in Janpar Province. The holographic image filled about a third of the cabin. He lay on his bunk and relaxed, watching the wind billow the tree branches over a narrow mountain stream. A few minutes later he was asleep.     

 [Crew mess] 

Rising early Langar found his way to the mess hall. The first to arrive, he decided to make breakfast for his new shipmates and poked around through the replicator's menu options. It still had most of the Cardassian choices, plus plenty of other foods added by various crew members over the years. He passed on the Cardassian items, he'd had his fill of those many years ago.

There was also a small galley kitchen, stocked with dried goods plus the contents of a fridge and freezer to choose from.

 Twenty minutes later he had a pot of Klingon coffee going, a large pan of scrambled eggs, some toasted Andorian muffins and a bowl of Bajoran fruit ready. He set the hot food on a food warmer on the galley bar, along side the fruit, plates and cutlery.

Langar poured himself a mug of coffee, selected a couple of Bajoran blue oranges and a bowl of scrambled eggs, then took a seat at one of the tables. He took a sip of the scalding hot Klingon coffee, it tasted foul, like some kind of over-sweetened burnt tar.

He grinned and smacked his lips, looked like he'd made it just right then and started in on the scrambled eggs. 

Bruce came in having just tried the shower. His shock of blonde hair was sticking out at unusual angles. He grinned warmly at Langar and went over to the proffered food.

"Mate, someone who can cook is always going to e welcomed here, that's no furphy. As you're new, I 'll give you the heads up. Get in the shower before Lottie uses all the hot water."

As he chatted he poured himself a coffee. He was about to sip it when the odor hit his nose. He stopped and sniffed it with a frown.
"Is this... Raktajino?"

He took a swig and pulled a face, "Strewth! You put sweetener in it, ya burke. It's not like real coffee. If you sweeten it it actually fouls the consistency. Took me six weeks living on a B'rel to learn that one. Got shown by a 6'10 giant; great cook, brilliant Tactics officer, mad as a cut snake."

He took another swig, "Still, for a Non-Klingon... you've done a beaut job."

Langar nodded to the pilot  "Hey I'm Bajoran, we have a sweet tooth" 

Bruce grabbed a plate of eggs and dropped into a chair opposite Tarn, "So what tempted you into this den of vice?"

"Heard Jones was hiring, I needed a job..."  He didn't mention he also needed to stay two steps ahead of his past. "And what better way to enjoy a pleasant cruise in the quadrant than on a tramp freighter."

Bruce could think of a dozen, but then again, he had left his previous post on a Klingon ship to come back here again so...

Jan stumbled into the galley, it had been another long night of repairs all over the ship. He barely had any time for sleeping, and shuffling over to the coffee pot, dumped at least 2 cups worth into a thermos and grabbed a handful of fruits and a muffin.

"Morning." He said to no one in particular, gulping down the scalding hot coffee.

"Morning" Langar replied 

"Cooee," Bruce said through a mouthful of egg. "Any chance we'll have port stabilizers by the time we reach dock?"

"And Starboard ones too, they're all online as of 2 hours ago." Jan said, taking a bite of muffin.

"You know Jan," Lottie arrived sniffing the pot of coffee her engineer had nearly emptied. "Before you kill yourself it might benefit if you show us how to patch together this tub." Deciding the coffee wasn't worth investigating she plucked a piece of fruit from the collection. "Maybe at our next dive we'll find you a assistant."

Jan looked over at Lottie, "Are you volunteering? Have some plasma conduits that need scrubbing, only mildly radioactive."

The woman shrugged her shoulders: "Why not? I'm sure radiation sickness wouldn't be the worst thing I've picked up on this ship."

Bruce was suddenly out of his chair, "That is my cue to go and check the course, etc. Have fun with your Haz Chems or whatever."

He paused on his way out the door, "Speaking of HazChem, that reminds me, has anyone gone and checked on the Doc's old experiments? He didn't leave anything on the boil did he?"

"Probably some nasty petri dishes lying around in the fridge in there." Jan said, gnawing on the muffin.

Walt ambled in almost getting knocked over by Bruce leaving. "Whoa! Hey there. Good morning all. I hope there is still some coffee left for me." Walt smiled as he scooted past Bruce and over to the counter. Finding an empty pot he frowned a bit before starting up another. "How is everyone?"

"Good so far C'apt" Langar acknowledged. "Er...Experiments?"

"Our previous Doctor, Morgan Pass was, how can I say it?" Lottie paused. "Well, put it simply he was quite a character. He didn't just know how to tend to wound but how to create some pretty nasty stuff just for kicks." Coxing a glass of juice from the replicator she took a seat at the table. "I'll check it out in a bit just in case he'd left a unwanted gift."

"Yeah, I'm sure he probably put some booby traps on it. If he doesn't turn up at the next stop we'll see what we can do about parting it out and selling it. I'm sure there are some people who might pay for that kind of knowledge." He smiled at Lottie before turning back to the group. "Tarn, how you settling in?"

"Good Cap'n" Langar nodded "Although I trust our arrival will be somewhat quieter than our departure" he said wryly. "Cargo bays are all clear and ready for whatever you can find us to haul next"

"Great, we've got a list of goods that we are picking up here. I'll make sure you get them." The coffee pot beeped and Jones turned towards it. "Don't worry, we'll keep you busy."

"I think the word he's looking for is slave labour," Lottie said lowly to Tarn.

Langar chuckled softly "Been there, done that, food's better here! Oh wait, I cooked breakfast! But..." He said, standing "I don't do dishes!  Later people!"

Dumping his mug and plate back in the galley he headed for the door. 

Walt laughed as he left more or less alone now. "More or less like old times huh? I've got to get some work done up on the bridge. Lottie, if you get a chance can you make sure our weapons are in check? I was able to stash those, figured we'd need them unfortunately." Walt downed the last gulp of coffee, before heading towards the door towards the bridge. He stopped. "I think I've said this, but glad you're both back."

  

Walt Jones
Captain

Langar Tarn
Cargo Chief 

Bruce Air
Helm

 

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