Relaxations

Posted on Mon Nov 27th, 2023 @ 5:06pm by Staff Warrant Officer Reo'thanra Sandtail

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: Staff Warrant officer Reo'thanra's Quarters
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Reo’Thanra Sandtail sighed to himself as he settled down on his bunk, his armor hissing as the heavy metallic plates slowly disengaged themselves from his body. His room was Hot, Hot enough that most species would find it uncomfortable at best, and potentially lethal at worst, but to him the intense heat was a relief from the relative cold he had to endure during his shift. He shrugged the rest of his armor off, baring the black under suit he wore, the nano-fiber mesh clinging to his furred body even without the outer Layer of his Uniform to press down on it, the thin lines of Thermal regulation fluids that ran through the suit gleaming in the Bright golden light of his quarters. He winced and flexed his paws a few times, easing the tension from them as he began to strip down. “Computer…begin officers Log..” he said quietly, wanting to get his thoughts recorded before he hit his rack for a long nights rest.
“I’ve managed to convince Warrant officer Gen’Tetra Crystalcliff To go along with my plan, And will be approaching Captain Taylor with my proposal to Officially Join Starfleet as full-fledged officers…and intend to offer the few technologies the confederacy has technological advantages in as potential upgrades to the Elysium,” he shifted, his tail swaying as he tossed his Uniform to the side. He paused, unsure of how to proceed, of how much he should say. He lay back on the mattress, his bare chest resting into the plush surface, letting the Gentle Vibrations of the Ships Warp Core ease tension from his muscles.
“I miss Artania…” he whispered, going off topic, letting his thoughts Ramble out. “I miss the Sands…I miss the heat…I even miss the Salty taste of the waters..” he sighed out as he lifted a hand up to stare at the thick calloused pads along his palm. “I was so young…back then. So much was left undone, uncompleted, unfulfilled…now I have nothing. Nothing but a job that is not my own, a mission I don't believe in, a people I don't care for, a ship that is not mine." He frowned to himself before chuckling and letting is expression relax. “Starting to sound Like Gen’Tetra now,” he said with an amused smile, his large triangular ears perking forwards.
He rolled over, his thick arms wrapping around the pillow and he stared up at the ceiling of his small room. He took a deep breath and let out a content sigh. “Computer, end log, and File under Sandtail D-001,” he said quietly deciding he was just too tired to put any real effort into an officers log at the moment. The ship was nice, even if the people aboard were not his own. The heat was comforting, and the hum of the ships systems was like a soft song in the back of his mind, a gentle melody that was almost like a lullaby to him, a song to lure him off to sleep.