Despite having been aboard the Altantis for months now, Jacen still found himself having trouble sleeping. He wasn’t sure of the exact cause of his insomnia… perhaps it was the perfectly controlled atmosphere, the unnatural quiet of his quarters, the hum of all of the biological and artificial energy trapped within the confines of the ship… regardless he refused to lay around and waste waking hours staring at the ceiling. Flex made his way to deck 17 and unsurprisingly found a vacant holosuite to occupy his mind.

=^=Computer run program Flex Zeta 66=^=

The computer beeped in acknowledgment and the scene started to materialize.
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There were a few people sitting around on the various couches enjoying the warmth provided by the firepits. Jacen made his way over to the small staged beside the bar and picked up the old acoustic guitar that was waiting for him. Before even plucking a cord, a young waitress placed a drink on the stool beside him and smiled before returning to the bar. As the large man began to pick at the strings, the holoprojected patrons broke off their conversations to enjoy his rendition of House of the Rising Son.

Jacen Flexwood (Sec)