When Dylan next awoke he was alone, and wasn't sure why. At first he thought that maybe the night before was a dream, a wonderfully realistic dream. Looking around he saw no indication of the night before having ever occurred.
He sighed.
There are definitely drawbacks to being captain. And relationships with crew, or lack thereof is near the top.
Dylan out of bed, got dressed.
"Andromeda?", Dylan asked as he looked around his room and a hologram appeared to the right of him.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you seen my force lance. I could have sworn I left it on my chair last night before I- umm. I mean." And then he coughed.
"Had 'relations' with a member of your crew sir? I think it must have fallen off of the chair when you dropped your pants, Nadine took off her shirt, you bumped the chair, and thw two of you fell onto your bed."
Dylan stood with his mouth open.
"You forgot privacy mode"
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Dylan finally got to the meeting room after finging his force lance under the coffe table. On his way their however, various members of the crew could hear him angrily mumbling something about privacy mode.
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Dylan sat at his desk annoyed. Rommie was late. And they needed to discuss some things before the meeting. Dylan knew his crew. And how they might react to the news he had to tell them. That being said, Rommie knew them better. She could see them at all, most, times. And was able to spend much more time conversing with them, as she could speak to all of them at once if she so choose. While he could only talk to one at a time, and it would definitely take more then a week to do so, counting the 'new' crew.
Just then Rommie walked in the door. Dylan had an annoyed expression on his face.
He sternly said, "You're late."
