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Sharon stomps her feet in exasperation. "Give me some clothes or I am not going anywhere!"

Zathar sighs. This day had started out so well. And now Colonel Zib will be taking his great discovery down to Regellum II, one of the shittiest shithole vacation planets in ten systems, while he would no doubt be forced to stay on the ship. I mean yeah, Regellum sucks, but they do have famously cheap brothels. "You don't understand," he says, "we don't have any human clothes. And you can't wear a military uniform. You simply can't."

"Oh for fuck's sake," says Sharon, "whatever. Can I at least get some food? You haven't fed me since you brought me aboard."

Zathar can't argue with that, so he brings Sharon to a FoodPod station located in a mess hall on deck six. He points at the control screen. "Get whatever you want, i am dreadfully sorry."

Sharon looks at the control screen, which is entirely composed of strange symbols and alien writing.

1. Sharon throws a temper tantrum in the mess hall, explaining that she can't read or operate the damn panel.
2. Sharon pushes buttons at random to see what she gets.
3. Zathar sees the look of confusion on Sharon's face and presses some buttons, causing the screen to change to English.
4. Meanwhile, in the blackness of space, an unexpected threat approaches...

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