September 5th, 2552 – No Such Thing as Routine
Pilot/Mechanic/Jump-Gate Navigator/Catering Truck Driver Kat “S-Kat” James Reporting
This morning when I got planet-side with breakfast, I could tell something had changed. People were on edge and spoiling for a fight, and I mean they were trying to start a fight like a bunch of 12-year-olds hopped up on sugar and hormones that suddenly made an appearance.
I decided that running away like a coward was the better part of valor so I sat and watched from the hill while I checked out my ship and the equipment I was responsible for.
When it was time to clean up the dishes, I noticed that several of the bowls were broken and three butter knives were missing. Any attempt at getting details was met with hostility and you’d think I’d have accused everyone of trying to steal the power source out of the Valkyrie’s View.
I reported this when I brought the dishes back and the commissary chief was about to send me back for the knives when we got a call from G-man, he was coming in hot. He told me that the ground crew was demanding lunch and claimed I’d accused them of stealing knives and that I be held over until security could find them either on my ship or on my person.
So- he ended up delivering the meal while I was held at gunpoint while security searched my ship and my person for said butter knives. At least this time the commissary sent down plastic utensils.
They didn’t find anything and I was back to delivering by dinner, but G-man agreed, something was going on.