Captain Niples "If it's not en-suite then I'm not taking it"

Captain Niples
 
Seymour walked along the corridor, bit of ruined metal, piping and various debris littered the place. A deceased Eniram was being dragged away in a body bag to the nearest airlock.
Niples got to the Meeting room, hoping to go inside and look over a few papers he had left behind in the last crew meeting. He was surprised to see that the label on the door didn't say "Meeting Room" anymnore, it now proudly displayed a sign saying "Psychiatric office, open as usual."
He banged on the door angrily and disturbed Dr. Cerebrum who was with a patient. The patient (who looked a little jumpy) clutched a disembodied Eniram leg like a trophy.
"Captain...I'm in the middle of something here..please come back later."
Niples stood in disbelief. "I beg your pardon Doctor, this is the meeting room. What on earth are you doing setting up shop in here?"
"I'll show you." Groaned the psychiatrist and led the captain halfway across the ship to his old office.
The doctor opened the door and they walked in. It looked like a bomb had hit the place, more specifically, it was where the Space Eagle had hit the place. The crashed green fighter stood crumpled in the middle of the room facing nose-downwards where it had crashed and been left untouched since.
 
"Ahh, that's where it got to." pondered Niples.
 
**Later**
Captain's office
 
As his quarters had been totally ruined, the Captain had nowhere else to go so sat in his office and caught up on his logs. He had requested a temporary flat to sleep in, but the only quarters which were available were very- minimalistic. It reminded him of a cupboard, but only had one door and nowhere to hang his coat.
 
Major Harris walked through the door, Niples looked up at him. The captain's eyes were bloodshot and sore.
The first thing Harris mentioned was the Captain's apparent lack of sleep.
"I couldn't sleep very well." Niples moaned. "The bed they gave me is nothing more than a sheet on the floor." 
Harris imagined the Captain's quarters to be a little more lavish than that, but  then realised that they must have been trashed quite badly.
"It looks like you need a shave too, or are you planning on growing a beard?" Harris asked, folding his arms. Seemingly enjoying seeing the Captain brought down to the level of every other person on the ship.
"I havn't got a sink...or a mirror.... or even a socket for my electric razor. Or any electricity for that matter."
"And your clothes?" Harris pointed to the Captain's creased shirt and hardened jacket which stood in the corner, leaning against the wall.
"The dry cleaners have been demolished. I wont be able to wash my clothes until they re-open..."
Harris laughed. "Why dont you wash and iron them yourself?"
Niples looked at Harris in disgust.
"You could at least use the showers in my cell block" suggested the Major.
"And be seen with the common criminals... good lord, what are you suggesting?" said Niples defensively.
Harris rolled his eyeballs at the Captain's pomposity and continued with what he was going to say.
"I'm leaving the ship." he said.
 
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