"Come on Patrick, your going to be late for your shift." NCO Woodrow Murphy and room mate said to his passed out friend on the floor next to their couch.
"Commander Pol gave me the day off, so beat it." Harper said moaning with his eyes half open. "Okay just be sure to clean yourself up today. You are beginning to smell like Lorna the Poker girl and Pale Ale," Woodrow replied.
"Aye just let me sleep in bloody peace, or you'll very well be in bloody pieces lad."
Woodrow left and Harper tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. He sat up and asked for the time.
<The Time is 0615hrs> The computer responded.
"Damn three hours of sleep! Thanks a lot Murph. I'll remember that lad.... Trust me." Patrick got up, undressed and went over to the replicator. "Coffee hot. Extra black and, hot." He took a seat at his desk and read some letters from home. In them was a letter from his ex girlfriend. It began to bring back memories. He then took a minute to reflect on their relationship which made him feel good inside. Shaking off the "warm and fuzzies", Patrick picked up a PADD and began his first personal log of his career.
"Personal Log Patrick Harper Crewman Supply Base 901.
I know it doesn't sound like a great assignment then but, now I like it. Why? Because I've learned not to take what we've got for granted.
"Your first assignment is alot like your first love. You'll learn what to and not to do and how to do it.
"End Personal Log"
Patrick then went and took a sonic shower and changed his uniform and went for a walk to see the shops that were starting to take form on the station now. Since the Son'a decided to leave them alone.