It took Remon a good moment to remember where the junior officer quarters were.

Nothing like being away for a while to make the brain fuzzy, he thinks.

In all fairness he did not have much to unpack. Some clothes of the latest Romulan fashion (the shoulder pads were excessive but that’s the price of fashion), his uniforms both dress and everyday, his medal of commendation which he mounted on a wall bracket, a hand full of PaDDs with some research, fictions, biographies and historical documents. All in all in the last few years he had been wiped out of everything of material and sentimental value.

Once his starfleet credits came in he would start personalising the room a little more. For now the spartan room in tones of grey and black will do nicely. Better than the hotels he’d been staying in before shipping out.

“Computer, play music, anything 2300s.”

There was a bleep and music slowly rose in the room, a slow, melodic piece somehow both sad and happy at the same time.

He picks up one of his PaDDs and opens its.

It reads:

“What we leave behind, The life of Benjamin Sisko, By Jake Sisko.”

He leans back in his chair and starts to read.

Ensign Remon Flamurn
Security
USS Ark Angel