What a sight...

Zodar looked out of the window from his quarters into the blackness of
space.
"What a sight." He said, watching the two shuttles fly off toward a faint
speck (The missile) that blended in with the stars in the background.
He'd only just returned from completing the touch-ups on the shuttles and
was looking forward to getting some rest.
Chris was just about to lie down on the sofa when he remembered how Eve was
hurt and what she had said...
"Clean your place, or I'll never return...return...turn...turn..."
Chris shook his head to stop the echo.
Looking around, he thought to himself, "My place is really messy."
His vision landed on a small pool of Oil on the floor.
"Damn. It's more than that. It's a warp fluid disposal dump..."
He began right away to try and clean up the floor of the spanners and
various gadgets that cluttered it up.
After a while, Zodar stepped back and surveyed the area.
Spotless.
"Eve's going to like what I've done to this place when she sees it..." He
thought to himself, yawning then casually walking over to the sofa, laying
down on it and falling asleep.
He hadn't noticed that he had received mail.
OOC: And now I plan to get some sleep.
"No, YOU'RE a cigarette..." - Ian McConville