"Yes, These two gentleman are part of my Senior Staff, though the rest are still aboard my ship." Black commented. When he heard Wade chuckling, Jeremy towarded to his senior aviator. Upon hearing his comment, Jeremy could help but laugh as well. It was a thought, he had many times when that corporate "Yes"man forgot his station and thought he ran the ship. Jeremy even threatened the Worm with such fate on more than one occasion when he felt the weasel was getting too close to female members of the crew. "I already had that "Discussion" With Corporate over the matter. They would "Frown" upon it." Jeremy replied with a bit of a chuckle himself.<br/><br/>Jeremy, too, was feeling the pains of Hunger. Having not eaten since the previous night. "Yes, We would be honored to join your Majesties for Dinner." Jeremy said, cracking an honest smile that caused his Eye patch to wrinkle a bit towards the Princess. It was a very intriguing subject in that it would allow them to sample cuisine that none from their world ever had, permitting they could eat it to begin with. "I'll have to inform my Executive Officer, Commander Maria Berlini, that we'll not be returning to the ship for a while." Jeremy stated to the royals. Jeremy nodded to Wade on his idea of inviting the Royals to Dine on board the Ship. "I can't make any promises of your little remark not making it back to Moira's ears." Jeremy mockingly threatened. While it was the running joke of the low quality of food on board warships. The Head Cook on the Musashi, Moira MacTaggert, Prided herself on her cooking abilities. Having boosted of having the most complete spice rack in all the EDF. She loved to cook and cooking for a ship full of Hunger Sailors and Pilots was a dream come true for her. Though she exuded a rough exterior. Moira was actually very accommodating and loved the Sailors of the Musashi. She has also become somewhat of a mother to everyone in that she often gave good advice and listened when one had problems.<br/><br/>Back on board the Musashi, the crew were pretty much on standby until a new development made itself apparent. "Wow! a Real princess. The Captain and the others are lucky. I would give my left nut to meet one. You think she's pretty?" The Comm's tech mused to the officer in the next station over. "Dude! what is it with you and alien chicks? hell for all we know she could weigh more than this Ship and have like tenticals and fives eyes." His friend retorted. "That is highly unlikely considering what we seen on the monitors. The race here on this world looks very humanoid. Though the word "Elflike" is coming to my mind." The Radar woman commented as she looked at the monitor of the few people that remained at the port to gawk at the ship. The Helmsman leaned back in his chair and placed his hands behind his head. "What to you do you think about all this, Chief?" He asked the Chief Gunnery Officer.<br/><br/>Maria sipped some tea as she looked over the reports of the other stations. She could feel the heated gaze of Alexander Cromwell upon her. "If you keep staring Mr. Cromwell. I'll report you for sexual harrassment." She said Lazily as she continued to sip her tea. "Don't you think it would be a good Idea to pull up anchor and leave that treasonous captain behind? I mean, I can put in a good word for you and perhaps You can take over command of the Musashi." Alexander cooed, though it came out more like the hiss of a snake. Maria gave him a slide long glance with her dark eyes. The olive complexion of her skin showing off her Mediterranean heritage. "Mr. Cromwell, If you utter another word. I am going to personally tie you to an anchor and see how long you can hold your breath." She growled. Alexander's mouth shut with a click at the threat.