Short Space Story: SpaghettiThe ship hummed in Hannah's ears and in her feet. The kitchen was an unpleasant place on board the Aeneas. A warship is not supposed to be luxurious, but this place was particularly bad. Bare metal walls and tile floors made it a nightmare of echoes, and the secondary fuel cell was right next door, churning out noise and power in about equal measure. Many of the crew were already eating; Hannah's late shift in the observation node had brought her to dinner when others were thinking about dessert. At last, the microwave chimed, and Hannah retrieved her “grilled” chicken breast. She added a few dried veggie chips from a bag on the counter, and stepped into the dining hall.
Of the four long tables with benches, many were full, though some crew members were already standing up to leave. Hannah found a bench with some friends and squeezed in next to Lucas, a junior officer. A red band around his right shoulder marked him out as a n