Reactor and Engines
With the engines running at optimal, and the reactor perfectly at 30 percent power-to-heat capacity, Stephen Cornell decides he has some tme for a cup of coffee. As he sits down near one of the few windows in engineering, he stares outside, into the expanse.
It surprised him how much brighter the stars were compared to seeing them from earth. He had expected it to be dark, black, menacing, but instead space turned out to be a multitude of colours, a plethora of experiences assaulting his senses all at once.
He concluded then and there that he loved it. He loved being here.
Sure, he was a botanist, and as soon as the hydro[ponics deck was up and running he would be up to his neck in grasses, wheats, pigs and cows, but for now, he didn't mind working engineering at all. Especially since the men here had willingly accepted him as their chief, lacking a formal one.
Perhaps he should contact the captain, ask to be assigned to engineering permanently. Yes, perhaps he should do that.
It was then he saw something flash by the window.