Later that evening, the party had kick-started. It was held at a large cargo bay area where commander Volkov had given the go ahead to.
The cargo bay had been completely transformed. What was usually a sterile space filled with supply crates and military equipment now pulsed with colored lights and the steady thrum of bass that seemed to vibrate through the station's hull.
Kelvin had somehow managed to requisition party supplies from three different star systems, and the result was a celebration that felt more like a nightclub than a military facility.
It was almost like he'd been planning this for the better part of their time in hell and not an idea that just happened on the spot.
