EXETERRPG: (2-1545,1615) SPC ARMORY CHIEF PO2 Sytuk

[Rob Davis]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day: 3

Stardate: 2445.12.03



(USS Exeter – Personal quarters – SPC Armory Chief PO2  Sytuk – 1545)

After his shift. Sytuk returned to his quarters. Everytime he walked in he
looked into the second bedroom. A part of him hoping a member of the crew
had been assigned to share the quarters with him. It had been months and
not a single person had been assigned.

He cleaned him up and looked in his closet for something to wear. His
wardrobe was one of the saddest sights on the entire ship. He had weighted
workout clothing and his uniforms. He grabbed another uniform and put it on
and looked at himself in the mirror. His Reman eyes examining the features
of his reflection. His face was the only remanface aboard.

He felt his stomach rumble.

" Well I live alone , sleep alone may as well eat alone. "


(USS Exeter – Deck 9- Starlight lounge – SPC Armory Chief PO2  Sytuk – 1615)

We walked into the starlight lounge and was greeted by a young woman.

" Hello Sir and welcome to the starlight lounge. How many? "

Sytuk looked at her. " How many what ?"

" Your party sir, how many are dining with you ?" She stated to him.


Sytuk looked confused.

" I am not having a party. I came here to eat and I came alone."

" Just one that's fine Sir. Follow me, I have a table open to meet your
accommodations."

Sytuk followed her to a table near a massive window with a beautiful of the
black of space.

" Your waiter will be with you soon. Enjoy your time at the starlight
lounge Sir." The hostess said, taking her leave.

He looked around and saw other people sitting and enjoying meals with their
friends, their partners. He looked at the table next to his.

 The young couple seemed to be happy with their meal selections. The man
complimented his female companion on her hair. The compliment seemed to
bring her happiness.

Before long the waiter arrived. Introducing himself and began to rattle off
a list of the specials. Sytuk held his hand up to stop him. " I am here for
Steak, lobsters, deep fried travit"

" Sir what travit? " The waiter asked.

" It's a Romulan delicacy. Like cattle on earth but much more appetizing."
Sytuk answered.

" Ahh I see sir. Perhaps we can find something on it in our replicators. "

" No!" Sytuk objected. " I came here for real food not synthetic food.
Bring me five 16 ounce steaks rare and three well prepared lobsters and a
champagne of your preference."

The waiter nodded his head. " Good choices sir, I shall return with your
meal shortly."

Before long a bottle of champagne and a basket of bread was brought out to
him.

He was shocked that the waiter poured his drink for him. He enjoyed it
anyway.

Soon his food arrived and he began to eat.

The food was truly delicious. Over the next 30 minutes he consumed 4
bottles of champagne and cleared his plates.

He leaned back in his chair and looked around, his appetite was satisfied.
Glancing over at the empty seat across from him he raised his glass of
champagne. " Your hair looks good tonight." He said half heartedly, taking
a sip of his champagne.

( reply none needed but welcome)

( posted by Rob)
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