Food For Thought

[Castus Annen]

The Alliance cruiser Bastak hung in space before Jovan Station like some stalwart sentinel. As if there was some sort of danger to be pushed away that had yet to be seen or detected in any way. Her form remained still, unmoving from where she sat peacefully. But far from waiting on the appearance of some unknown threat, her large hulk sat in repose, almost. She was simply waiting, and the crew members aboard went about their normal duties; as if they cared little for the massive station outside their viewports.

Rear Admiral Castus Annen had been on the station for five hours, his time mostly spent in meetings. He had come for the express purpose of evaluating the command and tertiary staff aboard the station, and for this first round of interviews he was mostly satisfied. Of course, he had only met with three so far, which was why his allotted stay was set to seven days. Nothing out of the ordinary to be honest, and he certainly held no real illusions as to any sort of imagined expediency to this endeavor. It would be completed when it was completed, and not a minute before.

Why he'd been chosen for this task remained beyond his realm of understanding, but he was never one to question the edicts of those who sat in seats higher than he. If it was wished that he carry out these interviews, then that was what he would do. Perhaps it was because he was a Selonian? That he would be brutally truthful and honest in both his questioning and evaluating? It was possible. His record spoke for itself, and he held a secret pride at that.

But now, with the conclusion of his first day, Castus found himself standing at the entrance to a small, tucked-away restaurant. It was a Selonian establishment, of course. His surprise at seeing such a place listed on the available food vendor catalog was muted, yet present all the same. His curiosity and desire for proper food - from home - was what kept him from returning to the Bastak immediately following the conclusion of his first day. The distaste for the food on his own ship, or any Alliance ship really, was well known. And why suffer through an overcooked dinner when there was the chance that he could partake in his own people's cuisine?

Aca Sanno.

A lovely name, he had to admit.

'Divine Food', if one were to translate literally. And for him, after weathering the normal fare he was used to having, he truly hoped that it would be just that; divine.

Another few moments of lingering, as his wide paws came up to tug at the bottom hem of his duty jacket, and rolling fluid shoulders, Castus stepped past the threshold and into Aca Sanno.