For Robert Prower-Graves, what was hell on earth for some people, was a pleasure for him. The Gunnery Officer was sticking halfway out of one of the gun barrels on one of<em>Musashi</em>'s main turrets, as he was carefully polishing and cleaning the focussing emitters for the shock cannons; it was an unusual way to relax, he would be the first to admit, but then again, he would explain that any gunnery officer worth his salt had a mania for making sure that his or her 'babies' were in tip-top shape and ready for anything that might happen. It was admittedly a bit of a squeeze for him to get into barrels of those huge 18-inch guns, but as the saying goes, you couldn't make an omlette without breaking a few eggshells.<br/><br/>Rather more importantly, it was giving him time to think, and what his mind was dwelling on was the fact there was a Formal Reception tonight, and that the Command Staff would have to be going, in Dress Uniform. As a rule, Prower-Graves had no strong opinion either way regarding these things, but something in his water was telling him that this was going to be one of<em>those</em>do's.