Frag 01/11/12

 Riddick felt like a child in shiny world of really big adult things, The Federal Police Precinct responsible for Blue Moon had its very own Minimon Space Station and it was busier than Silver Hawks Emporium two days before Union Week. He marvelled at the rows of shiny Victoria Class Police Cruisers, the latest models, with all the bells and whistles. Back at the Recksnostal they had two almost 100 year ol units. Granted they were still perfectly alright and they had never needed more than one..

 Cecyliia who had been at the Precinct of Pluribus didn’t appear to be impressed, but he was and he almost got weak knees as he saw the Canteen. “Look at that, three counters, two buffets with chefs and look at these serve matics.”

 They had followed Phil and Cecyliia said. “Sorry Phil, but my Sergenant always thinks about food and eating first.”

 Phil turned. “I got you here so we can grab a bite before we go up and see TeePee. We haven’t eaten since we arrived in this System and that was this morning and I am hungry” To Riddick he said. “This is the best of the sixteen canteenst they have. And much less crowded than the main one.”

 Riddick gasped. “Sixteen others?”

 The Saresii luitenant laughed as she saw the heaping plate her sergenant carried to their table a few moments later. Phil too was working on a sizeable steak. She was just about to finsish her Saresii Fungiwich when the biggest Perthartian they had ever seen stomped across the room and stopped inches before the flimsy looking table. His four arms flailing