[BattleDog]

*Hal lies in bed, sleeping off the last effects of Narconan Blue fever which he caught at their last planet stop.*

*Suddenly chip, Hal's R2 lets out a high pitched peeling sound.*

Hal: Wah? What time is it? *Checks clock.* Eh, *cough.* I need to get up.

*Hal falls out of bed and heads for the hydro-shower. After his shower he dresses in dark green trousers and knee high boots, he tugs on a shirt and long vest and then heads for the door, grabbing his utility belt on the way out.*