It has been six months since the unethical business practices of Lazarus Corporation have come to light, and the Company, and its partners were seized by the UN Government after a full investigation. The Musashi, and her crew has be cleared of charges of piracy, and theft. The Musashi was seized, and turned over to the Cosmo-Navy, where she was instated as a Super Dreadnought. There were many that wanted the dismissal of the crew cause of their previous records, and questionable backgrounds. Citing that a proper battleship should have a "Proper" crew. However Admiral Amelia Burnside had spoken on their behalf, and those that chose to were granted their commissions back into the Cosmo Navy. The Musashi was now attached to the third fleet Under the command of Amelia Burnside on the Arizona. The Royal family of Ælphera decided it was best to chose Isolation. Believing their people were not ready to join the cosmos at large. The Gamlias ship was brought down, and stowed in a safe location so the scientists can study it in detail, and that one day. When they're ready. The Ælpherans hope to stretch out into the cosmos and visit the home of their ancestors as Friends.<br/><br/>The Musashi was patrolling one of the more remote reaches of the Earth control sphere. Her crew working diligently at their stations. Jeremy was on the bridge looking over the reports from the Night shift crews. A cup of coffee in his hand before he had to stifle a yawn. So far the Patrol was rather peaceful, and he was happy for it. It was rather nice not to have to worry about accounting of the ship's expenses like he had to previously. Constantly having to justify with the board the expense of operating a dedicated Battleship. With the Cosmo-Navy, They simply gave it to you, for the most part. Jeremy set the tablet down, and took another sip of Moira's special brew. "I'm glad she decided to stick around. I don't think regulation can even come close to this." he whispered as he felt the warmth spread through him as the dark concoction slid down his throat. Looking up, he looked around the bridge, and nodded in approval. Everyone was working like a well oiled machine, the new Members of the crew were talking with, and learning the Ship's idiosyncrasies from the Veteran members of the Musashi's family. "Sleep well, Captain?" a soft French accented voice asked. Jeremy turned, and regarded the source of the voice. "Yes, I slept quite well, Commander Dunois." Jeremy stated evenly. Commander Charlotte "Charls" Dunois was the Musashi's new XO assigned from Naval Headquarters, Honolulu. She was young, but talented, and dedicated. In such a short period of time, she acclimated to the Musashi's rather eccentric style that some High Ranking officers in the Cosmo Forces command equated more to brigades, and pirates, than Naval Sailors. A perfect compliment for the rather Motley Third fleet.<br/><br/>Yet, it wasn't like that everywhere. Down in the Galley, Moira was threatening yet another young Junior officer that thought they can tell her how to run<em>Her</em>Galley. "Now you listen here! I don't give a rats ass whom told you you can come down here, and "Straighten up" my Kitchen. I don't go to your workstation and start fiddling with shit, do I?" she demanded, waving her serving spoon threateningly. Making the young Ensign wish he was on another ship. It was a rather common Hazing prank for new Sailors on the Musashi. A way for them to be introduced to the "Den Mother".  The other seasoned officers, and sailors laughing as they watched her ream yet another young soul over the coals. "Now, Here and eat, and then see if you want me to cook to<em>regulation.</em>" She stated as she shoved a hefty tray of food into the young officer's hands. Usually that was what changed their minds. Moira was considered the best Cook in the fleet. Several inspecting Admirals tried to even have her transferred to their ships, but Moira wouldn't have it. She was with the Musashi since the beginning, and she was going to be with her as long as her crew needs her.