[OOC NOTE: This takes place during Athena mission "Mission 1.5, To Live and Die in the Name of Mog!"]
[Mess Hall, USS Athena]
Dylan was sitting off duty in the Mess Hall, which was, quite frankly, still a mess. The replicator was laying on it's side in a corner, the shelving units in the kitchen were almost broken if not already so, and the boxes of supplies were ajar, as well as a rather dented frying pan lying on the cooking unit.
He ordered a Raktajino, and sat back, looking around. The bar was surprisingly empty... but likely that was due to the mess around him. He sighed, sipping his drink and relaxing, off duty after a double shift he'd been doing a huge maintenance test on the warp reactor. It felt good to be off duty after what seemed to be forever.