Serena was stone cold sober and hated life. The weird sheep bags had been creeping her out as soon as she had seen them, and instead of getting to shove them in the hold and forget about them they needed constant care. Dr. Khan had Serena rig up a life support system for the little monsters. She had done it with only a mild amount of moaning and groaning. But the system by nature had a lot of moving parts that required daily inspection and upkeep and so Serena had been just a little extra medicated to cope with having to run maintenance on their life support while they stared at her from inside their artificial wombs. Somebody, she forgot who, had tried to reassure Serena that the little bastards were blind but it didn't help.<br/><br/>Some relaxing chems did help, but Serena knew that the Capitan would leave her in this dump if she messed up something while high, so she spent 24 hours before stationfall clean just to make sure. She hadn't had anything but a mild sedative to help her sleep in days. And since she had to basically rebuild and take apart the life support every time Serena had to go on every single trip with those awful sheep babies! It was the stuff of nightmares. But this was the last load. Soon she would be free of the creepy lambs and their horrible eyes and on 48 hours of leave. "Thanks captain." Serena chirped back into her comms, "Remind me to do something real nice for you when I get back."<br/><br/>"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going planetside asap. I need a nice, big..." she pauses and glances back at a lamb and shudders, "...vegetarian dinner." she says, looking out the porthole at the spinning planet below. Fourty Eight hours was a long time to spend off ship, and plenty of time to go hunting for a little fun. With all that time she would be able to get a much more potent brand of narcotic then she usually took and get good and high while still having plenty of time to sober up and make her way back home.