Here's my Normandy story, part 1 at least. No cursing or nudity or extreme
violence, pretty much dialogue, oh well, here it is.
	 Professional TV watcher,
TOM JOSE

Trials in the Kuyper Belt
	I was sitting in my quarters cleaning off the gun on my jumpsuit when
I was interrupted by the chime of the door. I put down my suit, stood up, and
said "Enter." Captain Henry entered the room. I immediately straightened out
my uniform. "Captain," I stuttered.
	"Captain," he responded.
	"Captain," I still had to figure out why he was here, "was there a
reason for your trip?"
	"I wouldn't exactly call it a trip, I'm just a little down the hall.
Regardless, I just came to see if you were all right. This is the third
Saturday night that you haven't even stepped out of your quarters," he
started.
	"Yeah, I know, but I'm not the most social person in the Solar
System, heck, I'm not even the most social person in the room," I spurted
out.
	"But I'm sure that cleaning your gun must be very interesting, more
interesting then going to the rec room," he suggested.
	"Is there food there?" I asked.
	"Listen chubby, you need to exercise. Starting Monday, calisthenics,
0-700," he ordered.
	"You're kidding, right? Please? You want me to get up at seven in the
morning, to exercise. Please just start laughing that you're kidding.
Please," I pleaded. 
	"And I'll tell Doctor Rhodes, shell make sure that you follow through
on this," I wanted him to just crack up, this was the most devastating thing
that has happened since I got here. "So, let's go."
	It was the first time since I left the Resolute that I had been
around people. Where are the snacks? I'm so hungry, FOOD! "Hey Chubbs!" I
knew it had to be, the most annoying crew member.
	"Hello Crow," I turned around. 
	"The women are over here," he pointed over to the dance floor.
	"I don't dance, I eat though," I said as I shoved a small piece of
cheese into my mouth.
	"Oh come on, you've, been here three weeks, and you haven't even
tried to make a girlfriend, and you've got all of what, two-three friends?
Let's go dance," as he pulled me over to the dance floor.
	"Hey Tom," said Sgt. Mary O'Donnel as she stepped directly into my
field of view.
	"Hello sergeant," I said, thinking about how I wanted to beat Crow.
	"You want to dance?" she asked.
	"I guess, I have to warn you, I don't dance too well," I answered.
	"Don't worry, I don't dance well, either. So, let's go dance," she
pulled me over to the dance floor, and as ridiculous as it looked, we danced.
	The extremely annoying sound of my alarm came on, and I opened my
eyes to see the gray bulkhead above me. I sat up, and realized, it's Monday!
My stomach sank lower than it ever had before. I got up and shut off the
alarm. I went back over to my be and started making it when the door chime
sounded, Crow's voice filled my head:
	"Hey Chubby! Calisthenics, 0-700, let's go!"
	"Give me five minutes to get dressed, I'll join you," I wearily
retorted.
To be continued.