Pizza. It was the first thing Cadet Timmons West saw once he stepped aboard StarBase 118. Here he was. He was finally in space. He'd spent his whole life on Earth but had always dreamed of the stars. And the first thing he saw--pizza! Some things are just universal. Since he had a couple hours to burn before he had to report to the holodeck for his cadet cruise, West thought he'd grab a bite to eat. But not pizza. He'd basically lived off the stuff for the last four years at Academy. There were so many cultures aboard the StarBase. He wanted to try something a bit more, uh, exotic. There was a group of other cadets surrounding a food cart. They were cheering loudly. West made his way over to see what the commotion was about. A plate of something that was green and purple (and possibly still alive) was sitting in front of one of the cadets. The others were chanting for him to take a bite. The cadet chickened out and ran off. This looked like an opportunity to prove himself, so West took the other cadet's place. The crowd grew silent. West didn't see anything he recognized as silverware, so he just grabbed a handful of whatever was on the plate. The crowd started cheering again. "Do it! Do it!" West didn't know what it was. He wasn't sure if it'd be polite to ask. To be honest, he was scared to know what it was. He went for it. He took several large bites. The cheers of the crowd had long subsided. West was supposed to report for his cadet cruise in just a little while now, but his stomach was killing him. How would it look if he spent most of his first day of cadet cruise in the restroom? He was going to stick with pizza for the rest of his stay on the StarBase.