The cargo bay was the largest room in the ship. It held the bulk of the weight the ship carried too, not including any of its own parts.

At the moment there were only a few crates.

NOD was present on the monitor awaiting the crew to walk in and open their packages. It kept a detailed log of requisitions and orders and only gave key codes for opening containers based on strict protocol.

Per normal protocol, when requisitions were approved, NOD would simply wait for the crew to walk up to the monitor, confirm identity with a scan and password, and then direct them to the correct crate that would open for them with their deliveries and orders.

The cargo bay is spacious and often used for exercise as it has a functional gym. Rather than traditional dumbbells and weights, it simply has resistance bars that can be customized. It also has a simulator for shooting, golfing, baseball, and similar sports that can accommodate multiple users at a time.

Gill strolled up to the screen for vusual ID, then typed in his password:
D33z3nu1z

And waited for confirmation.

NOD audibly sighed.

"Hello, Gill...Your crate is marked 09211950."

The monitor projected a 3D image of an arrow pointing towards a particular crate. It no doubt had that sticker label on it and it would open only for Gill. NOD would record him acquiring his gear and then reseal the crate and discard the number for a new one to be generated.

He had no doubt the others would open their crates within the time allotted, it was more a joke anyhow. He pulled on his new vest and was pleased to begin synchrony of his biometrics to the new tablet. "I'm pretty excited about how much I hope these will help salvage and emergency rescue operations. What did you get Gill?"