Get Food

On unsteady legs you make your way to the galley. Several of the crew are there. You exchange pleasantries as you brew a cup of chell and grab a ration bar. Food in hand, you sit and check the local news. More Jelly ships have arrived in the system. The brass back home is going to start getting worried if the aliens keep piling in.

You feel better as you eat. Long-haul FTL trips always leave you a bit fuzzy on the first day. Good thing talking with the ambassador is no big deal, right? She’s just your boss for the next six months. . .