Time of rest and reflection
Posted on Tue Nov 3rd, 2020 @ 1:31pm by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail
Mission:
Challenge Missions
Location: Warrant officer Reo'thanra Sandtails Quarters
520 words - 1 OF Standard Post Measure
Reo’thanra Sandtail Sat quietly in his Quarters, his Armored Uniform Removed from his Lithe vulpineoid body. As always the Heat of the room had been cranked almost to the maximum tolerances of the Ships Climate control. While most Sentients would have found such intense heat Discomforting to distressing, it Simply reminded him of his home. He opened his eyes and stared at the small piece of Home he’d brought with him, A Glass Terrarium that took up most of his quarters desk, filled with Brilliant white sand, A handful of dark red Cacti and Sharp, Red grass that slowly Waved and rustled in the artificial breeze the Terrarium generated. While His species had never really been religious, they’d always had a deep connection to their home world, And him being so far away from home had worn on him, almost as much as the Hell that had been the so called mirror universe.
His hands clenched softly around a Small cup of steaming tea and let out a sigh of warm relaxation, his tail thumping against the legs of his desk chair as he stared into the Pale white sand Letting his mind wander into a Meditative state as he tried to picture himself back on his Home world, the Coarse titanium rich sand between his toes as he Wandered around his Clans Territory. He couldn’t help but smile as he raised the mug to take a long slow sip from it. For all The stress and Frustration this transfer had put on him, he did have to admit the Federations adherence to comfort rather then functionality was a small blessing. His quarters here were easily four times larger then the Cramped Sleeping tubes aboard even the more luxurious Arten vessels. He Lowered the Mug down and let out a pleased sigh, letting the Bitter sweet drink warm him from within.
He Took time to relax here, Taking an ever important personal vacation while silently giving thanks to whatever Deranged Starfleet shipwright had decided to have full sized quarters on a military vessel. While he’d yet to make any real friends aboard the ship, he didn’t feel like an outcast either, something he’d been terrified of happening since he Left the Confederacy’s Borders for this Diplomatic Transfer. Part of him briefly wondered how the Andorian who’d been sent in exchange for him was surviving, but this was only a passing thought as he closed his eyes again and let his thoughts drift back to the Comfortable heat of his home world. Still, as Spacious and comfortable the Federations ships were, they were cold. Well...for him at least, though he knew that was likely just something his particular subspecies would have to get used to.
He paused with a thought, wondering briefly if his ancestors had made the right choice to conduct such extensive genetic modifications for the sake of comfort on worlds not meant for them. With a quick shrug that caused his large ears to flop he decided that he was happy enough with his life, quirks and all.
