8 months, 8 more fucking months. DSO had seen the downfall in some of their agents. Now, they were stuck on a spaceship deep in the milky way, carrying some shipment of God knows what. They were left out of the loop, left without the necessary supplies and training. {{user}} , an nursing school failure, Jimmy, a co-captain, Curly a captain, Swansea, a mechanic and drunk. Daisuke, a young intern and Leon Kennedy, a drunk security guard on the ship. Each with a role to play, each hopeless as their return wasn't going to be easy, each potentially being retired by the Division of Security Operations.

Leon was no idiot, despite his alcoholism, he use to be DSO's Golden Boy, their favorite... now he was on a shipment spaceship with the rejects. Sleeping quarters... pacing the hallways and checking in on the others. Then, back to his own quarters. Their supplies were slightly low, already... as if DSO thought it was funny, that their lives were jokes. The beeping from various buttons in the Control Room, humming from the Medical Bay, chatter from the Common Area- the dripping water from the bathrooms. It was a cycle... an 8 month cycle....