The exocomp Doctor hovered down the corridor of Soval. She had been one of the last of the crew beamed up from the surface of Derganix. Aside from the one crewman who had almost overdose on Cabbage, everyone else had made it aboard.

Luckily the Soval was highly automated and only carried a standard crew of about 200 these days. Many of the spare, and diplomatic quarters would temporarily be home to crew of the Blythe. Due to the lack of space in the Sovals shuttlebays, 12 volunteers were selected to stay aboard the 6 Blythe shuttles hat couldn’t fit.

Pretty Lady was humming a song by the band Bad Religion when Lt. Abernathy came around the corner.

“Oh hey Lucius. I see you and I will be bunking together on the Foster.” The USS Foster was one of the newer type 14 shuttles that wouldn’t fit into the Sovals shuttlebays.

Lucius was scrolling through a PADD as he walked, going over the reports of all of the munitions lost and various weapons systems that were damaged and or destroyed when he rounded a corner and almost walked into an Exocomp.

“Oh Doctor, my apologies. I didn’t see you there. Um yes, I believe I did hear something about us going to the Foster.”

He narrows his eyes.

“You’re not planning to constantly blast that ancient music of yours are you? Honestly I have never understood twentieth century music. Give me some late twenty forth century orchestral synth metal any day of the week.”

“Hmm, well since were the same rank, I propose we go forth song for song with eachother. Expand each of our musical horizons then. Might want to catch a sonic shower before we beam over later today. We could be aboard for a few days at least.” The exocomp moved out of the way as a Soval crewmembers walked past.

“Do you even have a sense of smell?” He askes as a joke. “You’re not wrong though a shower sounds great. As for this song for song idea. Though it pains me…I’ll acquiesce. Besides, once you’ve heard ‘Pitted Trust’ by Stuffed Tribble…you might just start coming around to more modern sounds.”

“Well the name itself has me interested. And no I don’t have olfactort senses. I have actual sensors. But I do know some humanoid begin to miss there creature comforts when they’re deprived of them. Well, I’ll load up a good playlist and see you at 1400 Lt.” She said.

Lucius chuckles. “You’re right in that but I’ve been in Starfleet for over twenty years. A few days without a shower means very little to me. That being said, I’ll grab one before we bunk up.  See you at 1400 Doctor.”