<strong>"Only one sir, does the commander prefer scotch or bourbon whiskey." </strong><br/>Speaking as he shifted his stance at ease, facing the commander from his end of the line. Until recently he was the largest officer on board the ship, to have to look up at the man who shadowed him in weight and size was slightly overwhelming, not that he would ever admit it. What he would admit to was the gnawing in the back of his brain telling him it was time for a break in the hanger deck so clearing out all the officers would soon become a priority for him.