“Life is pain!”
“Good morning to you to.” Yoni rolled her eyes as Wilson died dramatically in the corner, apparently succumbing to the mind numbing horror of facing another day in the simulators. It would have been slightly more impressive if he wasn’t wearing what she could only assume was his best attempt at a red shirt costume from Star Trek. The clothing production capacities on the alien ship were impressive, but still required detailed descriptions for manufacture. This had left them with only basic clothing options, although those were rapidly expanding as the designers on board released new lines.
The rest of her team weren’t any more thrilled at the prospect of yet another day spent in virtual training, but at least they tended away from dramatics. Keller was decked out in his traditional ‘annoyance’ colors of line green and hot pink, while Anderson had opted for the more traditional pajama pants and bathrobe of indifference. Yoni was the only one who had bothered to wear anything vaguely mission appropriate, and she had only gone as far as jeans and a t-shirt.
Of course it didn’t matter what they wore, since the simulators would deck them out in the appropriate gear, but the remnants of Earth took a perverse joy in bucking the system as much as possible. Or they were just lazy, colorblind, and teenagers… Yoni wasn’t quite sure which.