Post by Sidney Bainbridge on Jan 4, 2012 22:42:18 GMT -5
Floating Station 17, Newhall; December 28th 2522
The crew had landed on Newhall for a short brake from the hectic jobs they had been running lately. James had ben seriously injuired in they last mission and they had no choice but to drop him off at St. Lucy's hospital on Ariel. His condition was bad, really bad but he would hopefully recover. For now Sidney was incharge of the Trinity. No one had decide he was in charge including himself but he had just sort of kept the ship moving from job to job at this point.
Finally they had dropped some cargo at newhall and didn't have plans from here. They would spend the rest of the year here on Newhall He had been lining up a job for them but it wouldn't be till the begining of the year sometime. He had details to flush out still. The crew had found themselves in the graces of a small fortune for a ship crew and they were taking the chance to better their supplies and find a few things to make their ship a better place.
Sidney had already figured out what he wanted on the ship. Someone who could cook. It didn't matter who but he couldn't take to much more greese money food. The taste of motor oil was starting to wear on him. The last few days he had been trying out different restaurant and local food stand and anything of the like. The establishment he had been dinning at for dinner this night had been one he had tried a few time before and this time was enough. he had made his choice. He looked to the waitress walking down the isle and raised his hand. "excuse me ma'am but who cooked this." he inquered as the young lady waiting his table answered by simple pointing to another young woman in the kitchen.
Sidney set the money on the table for his meal and walked over to a bar stool by the kitchen. For a while he sat there drinking a coffee he had brought over from his table. Watching without interuppting the cook. The place was nearing closing time at this point and the crowd was starting to thin.
Another twenty minutes past and there was only a few people left in the place now. The cook seemed to have stopped cooking as no more orders were coming in. He carefully examined her noticing a name tag on her chest. 'Excuse me.... Meilin." he said with a squint as he tried to read the name tag. "If you have a free moment I would like to talk." He said with a hand gesture, suggesting she take a seat at the bar stool next to him. He for sure came of a little forward but he himself would have no clue how it may seem to a young woman. He had his mind set on having a good cook and forgot to use any tact when approching the cook. Then again he never had any tact really.
The crew had landed on Newhall for a short brake from the hectic jobs they had been running lately. James had ben seriously injuired in they last mission and they had no choice but to drop him off at St. Lucy's hospital on Ariel. His condition was bad, really bad but he would hopefully recover. For now Sidney was incharge of the Trinity. No one had decide he was in charge including himself but he had just sort of kept the ship moving from job to job at this point.
Finally they had dropped some cargo at newhall and didn't have plans from here. They would spend the rest of the year here on Newhall He had been lining up a job for them but it wouldn't be till the begining of the year sometime. He had details to flush out still. The crew had found themselves in the graces of a small fortune for a ship crew and they were taking the chance to better their supplies and find a few things to make their ship a better place.
Sidney had already figured out what he wanted on the ship. Someone who could cook. It didn't matter who but he couldn't take to much more greese money food. The taste of motor oil was starting to wear on him. The last few days he had been trying out different restaurant and local food stand and anything of the like. The establishment he had been dinning at for dinner this night had been one he had tried a few time before and this time was enough. he had made his choice. He looked to the waitress walking down the isle and raised his hand. "excuse me ma'am but who cooked this." he inquered as the young lady waiting his table answered by simple pointing to another young woman in the kitchen.
Sidney set the money on the table for his meal and walked over to a bar stool by the kitchen. For a while he sat there drinking a coffee he had brought over from his table. Watching without interuppting the cook. The place was nearing closing time at this point and the crowd was starting to thin.
Another twenty minutes past and there was only a few people left in the place now. The cook seemed to have stopped cooking as no more orders were coming in. He carefully examined her noticing a name tag on her chest. 'Excuse me.... Meilin." he said with a squint as he tried to read the name tag. "If you have a free moment I would like to talk." He said with a hand gesture, suggesting she take a seat at the bar stool next to him. He for sure came of a little forward but he himself would have no clue how it may seem to a young woman. He had his mind set on having a good cook and forgot to use any tact when approching the cook. Then again he never had any tact really.
