Once at the food line, Allan helped himself to eggs, sausage and bacon, fried potatoes, and something to drink.  Now free of the line, he looked around for any sign of his men.  Soon enough, he spotted the chief gunners' table, where the heads of his weapon crews sat.  "Morning, gentlemen."<br/><br/>"Morning, Weps."  That was Jeff Andrews, who was responsible for one of the Agronev's Pulse Cannon batteries.  Sitting down, Allan started eating.  "So, Weps, rumor 'round the ship has it that we're going into a bu-ku may-lay today.  That true?"  The asker was Larry White, a definite country-boy, who was in charge of the Gauss Cannon.<br/><br/>"Probably," Allan said.  "You don't put a legend like Kol in command of a battleship just so he can hunt frigates.  That'd be like using a laser to grill steaks - fancy, but stupid.  Coleman, you finish plotting the trajectories for those runaway ships the other day?"  Bill Coleman was chief gunner for one of the portside autocannon batteries, and Welles' most dependable hand.  "It's all done, Weps, sent it to CIC yesterday."<br/><br/>"Good."  He then looked up to all the dozen or so men that sat at the table.  "Make sure the boys are ready today - Shivae's supposed to be a heavily contested system, so we're probably going to be in the thick of it."  His food finished, Allan rose, and left.<br/><br/>On his way to CIC, he stopped by his cabin and picked up his service revolver, plus half of the dozen speedloaders he kept in a drawer in his room.  Aboard a battleship, you never really knew if there was going to be a boarding action.  Resuming his move, he arrived in CIC before the shift change.  Noting Kol's presence, the CWO saluted.  "Admiral Kol, sir, good morning.  What do we have today?"  The last question was asking about the enemy presence, quantity and whatnot.