Spartan comforts

Posted on Sun Jul 7th, 2024 @ 3:56pm by Lieutenant Sekat

383 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: Mission 1 - Half and half doesn't always make one
Location: Private quarters

Sekat had yet to meet with his new superiors, having decided to check out his new work space and private quarters first. Between this assignment and his last on SB21, the Vulcan had used a few months of gathered leave to get some time for himself. This, he had spent wandering one of the few planets near the station that had been deemed safe for exploration. As an outdoor man, he had been relieved his request had been granted, despite being a crippled man who needed to be careful when walking around.

Suffice to say, he had lost himself in nature and had over-exerted himself. He knew his leg would never get better but with continued treatment he could at least get around. The only thing he really was incapable of, was running. He had tried a few times , only to have his leg give and find himself sprawled out on the floor instead.

Leaning heavily on his cane, he waited for the computer to acknowledge and recognize his assignment and open the door to his new quarters. When it finally did, he stepped inside. "Computer, lights." As the lights came on, he glanced around the spartanly furnished space. It was functional and had everything he needed, except for some colour. This was something he could do himself in his spare time, or enquire with maintenance to have it done. To give his home a warmer effect he did like certain colours to give himself a feeling of being in a Vulcan desert.

Setting his bag down, he limped through the living area towards the sectioned off private part of his new home. The bedroom showed a large bed with additional functional furnishings. He wouldn't need more as a bed was just for sleeping. The bathroom was small with a simple sonic shower. He had no need for water, sonics were enough.

Walking back towards the living area, he rummaged through his pack to retrieve one of his most personal possessions: a framed picture of his late wife. With great reverence he set it down on one of the shelves, as if to have her look over his quarters. Satisfied, he walked out of his quarters, making his watt to the bridge to report in. Inspecting sickbay would have to wait until later.

 

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