Dear Diary or Let's all go to the lobby and get ourselves a snack.

>>>Chef’s Log<<<

I’ve decided to keep an account on my life here in the future. I think it may be the only way to keep sane after what I’ve just witnessed. I’m still not totally convinced I’m not experiencing a prolonged stasis dream, but I do get hungry so my hopes that I will wake up in my proper time diminish by the hour.

Entry 1

I’ve been rescued by a space pilot named Jay Chrysler from ravenous evolved ferrets on the promenade deck of Blue Dwarf, having just escaped drowning upon exiting stasis. Informed by Holly that 3 million years have passed since. It was a rather busy morning.

Jay then flew me down to a resort satellite where the rest of the current crew of Blue Dwarf were recuperating after they themselves were attacked by the hologram of a former crew member. So they had a busy morning as well, it seems.

I met a few of the crew on my initial entry:
Cassandra “Cass” Jones. A striking woman with a melancholy aura about her, she was polite to me and has been since but has kept her distance. She strikes me as a bit of a loner though she seems friendly enough with the pilot ,Jay and a few others.

Jamie Eastlick, the ship’s engineer. First time I met him he was quite drunk and likely blissfully unaware of my presence.

Whitewolf. The ship’s captain. Trapped in the body of a hamster….a big hamster. At first I thought it was one of the carnivores rodents and I almost grabbed Jay’s pistol to defend myself, even if I likely couldn’t figure out how to arm it. But it was explained to me that, yes, he was friendly and no, does not eat people. He welcomed me and was very polite as far as giant hamsters went. He contacted Holly and reinstated all of my clearances aboard ship and seemed very delighted upon learning of my position on the ship. Apparently they haven’t had a good cooked meal onboard in quite awhile, having to live on rations kept safe in storage.

I retired early after meeting with a few of the crew and slept for a few hours, a side-effect to prolonged stasis sleep, time-lag it’s referred to as your mental processes is behind on your inner clock. When I woke up a woman was sitting beside me in my suite. She had auburn coloured hair and wore simple yet comfortable clothes, one sleeve I noticed, was empty. She also had a disarmingly relaxing smile that immediately set me at ease. She asked how I was doing while introducing herself as Dr. Jade Black, ship’s physician. We talked for a bit, I asking questions while she conducted a few small check-ups, when done she then invitited me to breakfast with some of the others. Now this, THIS is how one should come out of stasis, not trapped in an oversized aquarium.
At dinner, which was served on the beach, I sat with Dr. Black, Jay and Cass whom I already met and Jamie as well. He did admit he’d completely forgotten meeting me upon my arrival and was a little embarrassed for it. I said it was fine as I heard of the trauma they had recently endured and knew it was quite understandable.
Also at the table, a man named Phil who looked as if he had lost a fight with an open microwave set to “nuke.” The man unnerved me, his eyes seemed to be in a constant state of crazy and he carried an aura of menace about him, as if at any moment he could jump out of his seat onto the table. Upon learning I was the ship’s chef he immediately moved beside me and proceeded to ask if I could cook kabobs. I told him if he could get me the ingredients I most certainly could cook the best one he’s ever tasted. His smile was even more unsettling than his eyes.

After the meal I decided to do a little walking, a young woman whom I recognised from some 21st century holovids, but couldn’t quite place the name, approached me. She seemed a little shy and would once in awhile look back towards a rather hulking fellow with oddly shaped limbs. She welcomed me and had quite a few questions which I tried to answer as best I could.
She introduced herself as Evelina, Eve to her friends and her husband brooding in the distance was Jaxx. I asked the obvious and she confirmed that yes, he was a GELF and so was she, though quite different breeds. She did seem rather interested in my occupation and even asked if I could teach her a recipe or two, I of course agreed and not wanting a jealous GELF-husband after me I invited her husband to come along as well. This put a smile to her face and she nodded enthusiastically, though warned me that he couldn’t be around freshly killed food as it may put him into a blood-frenzy.

Duly noted.

It was after this that the sky tore open.

Entry 2

So we have been joined by another. A rip in the space-time continuum deposited a botanist into our midst named Dr. South. Well, it seems we have more people from out of time-dimensions then we do registered crew members, for just prior to my arrival a man named Ransom also popped into existence here during their battle with the hologram. I only briefly saw Ransom at dinner and had yet not spoke to him, but he seemed the proper gentleman, he was chatting with Whitewolf during the meal, something about dimensional dilation and bleeds. I had quickly tuned out of that.

After Dr. South arrived and was sorted out we proceed to have an impromptu meeting on what to do about the food shortage on Blue Dwarf. Holly mentioned this before and it was something that concerned me greatly. If I was to be a functional member of this new crew then having a lack of good ingredients for my meals greatly jeopardized my place on the ship. I wasn’t about to become a “pre-packaged” chef replaced with a microwave.

>>>End Log<<<

Phil the kebab crazy scientist introduced the group to weapons to help combat the cleaner droids that apparently were infected by the rogue hologram, and now considered any biological as a contaminant to be cleansed. Brett took the cylinder in hand and stared at it. A weapon triggered by mental thoughts did not seem like the best idea with this motley group. He took a deep breath in and concentrated. An iron skillet appeared in his hand.
‘Hmm, a might stereotypical’ he thought.
He concentrated again and a cattle taser appeared. He once had to work in a beef farm, most chefs did during boot camp, it was thought that every cook needed to know where their food came from. Having never fired a pistol before nor wielded a 15th century broadsword he stuck with the taser.

<snip>"Look, anyway.." he said "How about we combine a little of Phils plan with a little of Jades...blow the cargo hold and decompress it, suit up in Ev suits and use these bad boys as Grappling hooks to rope the food crates into our Starbug and Brunos shuttle...."</snip>

“Because you can’t.” Holly’s voice rang through the various com devices that some of the crew held. “Almost forgot about me, dinna’ja?”

“Aw, no way Hol, never.” Jay exclaimed even while silently mouthing to Cass -I did-.

“Why can’t we Holly?” Whitewolf asked the disembodied voice.

“Because I already tried. The bay doors have been partitioned off from the main control system up here. It was likely Tara the homicidal hologram.”

“Meaning what dude?” Jaxx said looking up as if he was expecting Holly’s head to be hovering above him.

“Meaning you’ll have to open it manually from down in the storage bays. Also, the food you lads and ladies have been scoffing down like there was no tomorrow is almost up. I just had a chin wag with Grovely, the resort’s boss A.I., he says there was only enough food in the kitchen stasis fridge to last a couple days before they had to start using the supplies in the storage.

“Which they now can’t get to because of psycho robots.” Ransom pointed out.

“Not much need to keep the kitchen stocked if the resort hasn’t had vacationers in over a million years,” Brett mused.

Phil brightened at this news. “Looks like we’re gearing up then! HOO-WAAAH!”

“Looks like it. Alright, we need to hustle, let’s form groups. We need one to go into the hold, deal with the droids and get the resorts cargo doors open. We need another in the ships to grapple them up and shuttle them back to the Dwarf. Holly, I need you to come as close to the resort as possible, unless you can park right beside it?”

“No can do, too many fake palm trees sticking out the side, I’m liable to do some damage to the resort.”

“Alright then, let’s form up.” Jay clapped his hands like a Zero-G football coach after a hustle.

As the crew discussed who would go scavenge and who would help with the ships, Jay spotted Brett swinging his taser around.

“Hey man, you don’t have to go down, we have a good amount of fighters and eggheads who can do this.”

“I appreciate that, I really do. But I’m here now, so I have to chip in. If we have to get past crazy droids to get to the food, well, I need to help. Besides, I’m the best qualified to decide which food should take priority. If we have as little time as you suggested I should go to evaluate. Besides, you should always know where your food comes from.”

<Tag> Well, Brett is going with the cargo scavengers. Who’s flying the ships and helping with retrieval?<Tag>