Welcome aboard the SRS Constellation, boot. There are three things which you need to remember; 1.) Shit flows down hill. 2.) You are at the bottom of the hill. 3.) Now clean up that shit! Oh, and you've come aboard just in time for the Great Psychic War to begin. Nice knowing you, boot!
Life aboard a star-carrier can be maddeningly mundane, so much that many of the crew will go to extremes to enjoy some recreational levity, or libations. Of course these are strictly forbidden. It's a crazy life, but things are about to get even crazier as total interstellar war is looming. Although many thought that they were ready for war, this would be one which nobody was. The future of the human race is at stake; will there be any survivors? There's no time for such thoughts now as the alarm claxons scream, followed by the order to man your battle stations!
I live a very quiet life writing novels predominately. My interests include sex, martial arts, Taoism, and cosmology. I have been fortunate to have experienced some rather intense realizations concerning the nature of the universe. I have a family connection with Area 51, as I had found out my father worked there from 1968 to 1988. He never said a word about it to the family, saying that he'd worked up a the Tonopah Test Site. I found out from the FBI that this was a mere cover story. Our whole family had been under a secret FBI protection detail's surveillance the whole time. This finally explained how my folks always knew exactly what we were up to, even when there was seemingly no possible way for them to know.