Shopping Trip

It was a few days since Jay had ordered Holly to head for the trading post, and Seymour had caused the evacuation of the Maldorian from the airlock.
Jay, Cass, White Wolf, Seymour, Phi and Davie now stood at the umbilical docking port that connected the blue ship to the station.
Jay tapped in a command in the airlock, and the door hissed open with a grind, and he stepped through first into the tunnel.
“Ok…eyes open guys” he said, checking his weapon. “Could be anything in there.”
“I don’t understand why you trusted that alien anyway” Seymour complained “this is quite obviously a trap!!”
“Fine” Jay said “then why don’t we turn around and starve to death? Or wait til you contract a terminal illness, and Phi here doesn’t have the medical supplies to cure it? Or wait until we get attacked by marauders, or simulants, or Hymenoptera and we have no ammunition to fight them off, or….”
“Alright!” Seymour snapped “I get the point! I just don’t see why you get to make all the decisions!”
“Perhaps because my priority is keeping us all alive, and not what colour to decorate my cabin!”
“But I can’t possibly live with the horrid colour scheme that the previous resident chose! OOoo! Maybe there will be a B&Q on the trading post…I could get some lovely magnolia paint….”
“No!” Jay snapped again, he was still pissed at Seymour, having discovered that he launched his Xbox into space at his funeral. It had all his save games on it! All those hours of Fifa, for nothing.
“Priorities are food, water, medicine, ammo, power cells. Anything else that you think might be useful BUT NOT DECORATING SUPPLIES!” he was poking Seymour firmly in the chest now, and realising what he was doing he backed off and turned to walk along the umbilical.
After a few minutes they were inside the complex. It was more like a giant warehouse than a trading station. One giant chamber, which they were pleased to discover contained stacks, upon stacks of supply crates.
Aside from that, it was empty.
“Where is everyone?” Cass asked no-one in particular
“I dunno…” Jay said “The Maldorian made it sound like it was a bustling marketplace…you picking anything up on scans?”
“Nothing…”
“Wolfie, you’re nose smellin’ anyone?”
White Wolf shook his head. “Only you guys…I hate to get premature, but it looks like it’s deserted.”
Jay holstered his gun, and started breaking open a large crate.
Stacks of food, ranging from stasis-stored meat, fruit and vegetables, cheese, and bread along with various cans and bottles, (plus some beer, jay was pleased to note).”
“Jackpot!” Jay announced loudly. He broke open a few more. “Davie, bring the grav-lift over here, there’s enough food here to keep us all going for months!”
Phi in the meantime was (wearing surgical gloves) checking over a similar crate full of medical supplies, while White Wolf and Cass were checking over power cells, and some brand-new electronic devices, such as psi-scanners.
“This stuff is more up-to-date that anything we had before the accident!” Cass said.
Davie was equally excited to find a small arsenal of weapons.
“come on.” Jay said “lets get this aboard the Dwarf and go through it properly.”

A few hours later, the cargo bay was filled with crates, leaving the trader post almost empty. Jay was looking pretty pleased with himself. “Told ya!” he said “This lot should keep us long enough that we won’t need to stop for months!”
The crew did look happy, Seymour particularly as he’d found a case of vintage wine.
Jay hopped up onto one of the crates and sat. “Speaking of survival….” He said “We’re not gonna get anywhere if we’re not all on the same page about how to handle things, we need some kind of structure here, instead of being at each others throats all the time. I say it’s about time we appointed a leader, how about a vote?”

<Tag – who do you trust to be in charge?>