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ANSS Helix
Somewhere in the galactic badlands
4143.4.2 Galactic
Nick sat across the command crew galley table from the alien still locked in its pressure suit, the helmet still on its head. He studied the pink eyes and the greenish skin behind the faceplate while sipping on a freshly made mug of coffee. Thankfully they had a large supply of dishware on the ship for sixteen galleys for the troops being transported so that they were unlikely to run out of plates, cups, or bowls for the duration. Nick had considered telling the squad not to bother washing the dishes they dirtied, but it wouldn't have been ethical to leave the mess for the next crew so he rejected the idea.
At least all the fully equipped crew and passenger decks had come in handy when you suddenly lost your gravity an
