The extra time wasn't entirely productive - you had a lot on your mind, and the sleep you finally had wasn't exactly restful. You finally awaken to the chime of your datapad after a shift of rest, and head out to the mess area. Things are certainly a lot different this morning - there's soldiers everywhere, including apparently, several cooks. There's actual meals available now. It's preserved and processed stuff, not the hand-made bacon and sausage the Spec's managed to come up with, so it lacks the personal feel, but it's all way better than slaves get so it's probably all a matter of perspective.
You go over the reports from the previous day. Your work was, understandably, not as productive as it could have been - the Graul attack certainly disrupted things. But Ardross and Tucker put in some good work. They are most of the way to the base now, with their trenching and pipe laying.
Looking over the numbers, and making some projections, you figure you should be wrapped up in a good solid day, maybe two, with 5 days left to go. A comfortable margin. It might even be possible to shave off a little effort and have Tucker and Ardross travel back to camp to bunk down for their downtime. That should certainly ease their stress.
A cook walks by and refills your kavvy cup without being asked, and leaves a small plate of some sort of processed baked goods. Maybe having the soldiers around won't be so bad? The camp is a lot noisier, and a lot larger, but the extra security might be handy.
Lieutenant Vance appears in the mess area, spots you, and heads over.
"Morning, Specialist. It was a quiet night. With your permission, I'd like to set up some barriers and get some floodlights installed to increase security." Not much for personal interaction, this Lieutenant. She takes a seat at the table across from you.
Earned | Running Total | Needed |
14 | 653 | 347 |