The brig of the Sandra was far starker then John ever realized. The room was a dull unpainted metal box with only one long light strip on the ceiling. There was not much of a view, only a small window on the heavy metal door. It had a metal bed hanging off the wall, a small sink, and a zero G capable toilet, which is almost a requirement on a war ship. During battle you never know when the artificial gravity would get powered down or cut off in some parts of the ship. John sighed to himself and was somewhat pleased to have at least been able to get some clean clothes before he got stuffed into the brig. The mess from the last battle left his uniform in shambles. He took little comfort that he was going to look well at his Court Martial. © Lee Crystal's Outpost 13 All rights reserved