0500<br/><br/>Jason woke that day to the same sight as usual. A dimly lit bunk with the blackest night sky anyone could ever hope for. It was always a pretty site to see, especially when good ol' earth decided to grace his window's view. He donned his attire in an orderly fashion, unfolding everything neatly and making sure everything was in it's proper place once he finished. A quick tidy up afterword and he was ready to start the day. Grabbing his apron on the way out he made his way through the still dark halls towards the mess-hall. This station wasn't going to feed itself after all.<br/><br/>0900<br/><br/>As usual the crew were all well fed and satisfied. This line of work really was suited for Jason. With the added crew that was to be arriving shortly however, he was glad that one of them would assist his daily work.<span style="font-style: italic">'Seems those higher ups are smarter than they look. Surprises abound lately.'</span>He hadn't heard much of who his assistant would be, but he was sure that he would be at the very least, adequate. All Jason had to do now was tidy up the mess and wait for the new arrivals to show up.