Misty's Murder
Your observations seem sound, but you remember the Yankee being a Bussard ramscoop, a sublight with anti-hydrogen, and Jupiter Station, was, I believe inside the Sol System. This has a stutterwarp.
"Gas propellant? Do you have smart bullets?" Chief DuBois asked in a tone of professional interest. You see he's armed with some sort of short club on his waist, as well as the PDE. He's the only one so far you've seen armed.
"I have chicken cordon bleu, a light salad with goat cheese, quite piquant, crepes with peeless oranges, and in honor of the Ruox, asparagus with hollandaise sauce. Or, you can order something, and I can make it for you. The Centauran Navy realizes that the long tours in the Dark are rough, so they let me bring some civilization." Chef Frederic Gaulois says, taking the time to face you, and to take out a piece of paper to write on.
"I think it would be best for you to wait here, and eat until Captain England calls for you, or directs you to her cabin." Chief DuBois says.
You see in the corner of the room a female with dark brown hair, short cut, in a dark blue jacket with stripes on it, that looks old and worn. She's eating slowly by herself. A man comes up to her after entering the room, speaks to her a bit, and she chases him off, but not ambivalently. He turns and his eyes light up when he sees you.
He's easy on the eyes. His smile is wide, toothy, and well practised.
"Hugh Islands. A true delight. I'd heard rumors. And in such a difficult situation. I wonder how the Ruox summoned such a beauty as you..." He pauses. "Sit with me. I'm the Torpedo One and Two, and Hydroponics, so if you like the salad, I grew it."