Captain Cyruss Wayne walked into, according to the sign outside, the Manhattan Bar and Lounge. His friend and engineer, Lt. Cmdr. Quinn Calhoun said to him; "Well this place sure is better than the mess hall back on the Sac'."
Cyruss smiled at the comment. The synth paste dispensers had been acting up again. That of course, was not at all the most dire problem on his command, the LNS Sacramento. She had taken a real beating in the battle with the Nomads today, and would be in Baltimore for the next week.
"At least it isn't crawling with repair guys from Baltimore." he said.
"Aye thats true Cy. Lets sit over here."
They sat down at the table Quinn pointed to and got a menu. The bartender, a Taylor Andrews from the tag, walked over to them.
"What'll it be fellas?"
Quinn looked up at him. "I'll take a Liberty Monster Burger with fries and a Bretonian Scotch."
Cyruss looked at the menu for a moment, until one item caught his eye.
"I'll take one of those New York Steaks, medium, a side of potatoes, and a Liberty Ale."
"It'll be right up.", said Andrews, who then went to the kitchen.
"So, what's goin' on in engineering?" he said, turning to Quinn
"Well, we're 'bout to bring the new core online, so we won't have to be runnin' off of Baltimore anymore. So I left it with Ensign Pavan, he's been wantin' to through some kind of important switch for a while." He grinned."Might as well let him before he actually says he wants to. Just like a kid askin' if he can drive the aeroshuttle."
Cyruss laughed at that. "Well, he's what, a month out of 'Point? Who can blame him?" he shook his head. "Overeager Cadets."
At this point they're food came, and Cyruss immediately bit into his steak. Much better than the "steak"-flavored paste that the dispensers spit out.
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