Deitmar nodded politely, when Commander West told him not to be so formal. He then launched an attack on his food, eating it with agusto. The steak sent a burst of different tastes on his tastebuds, as he chewed each bite he put into his mouth. He saw someone approach the table out of his periphial vision. He looks up to see Elliot's son sit down between him and the Commander. He stares momentarily, wondering how old his son would be if, his wife had not died. She was eight months pregnant with their son when she died from brain cancer. He figuered he would be around five or six years old. He tried not to think about it as Commander West stated that the three of them, along with four other people would be going down for the first landing to check out the planet. He took a quick glance at the computer screen, scanning the data of the planet that they had gathered so far. The planet did look promising, but he learned not to get his hopes up; he would only believe it when it became a reality.
"I hope so, because I am not up to going in the stasis pods again."
Deitmar digs into his breakfast again and cleans his plate after about two minutes. He breathed a long sigh of relief, and thought that he was going to need to do a hard workout at the gym in order to burn all of the calories he just ate.

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