Life aboard starships weren’t all roses and rainbows. Even on ‘fleet ships where the crew’s emotional and physical well-being was given high priority. Gyms and lounges and crew-led social groups and activities were adequate for the social types who actually enjoyed the presence of other people. The weirdos. For the non-social, introverted or plain misanthropic there were very limited options. A private room sounded perfect on paper but anyone could come by and pound the door, hit the chime or do any number of annoying things to disturb your peace and quiet.

Which is why Kovan carved himself an isolated hideaway located deep in the ship’s Jeffrie’s Tubes. It had taken some careful thought and exploration to find the perfect spot. Somewhere on the edge of the network of tubes with limited entry points, and away from the frequently visited key systems. Kovan found a section that ran parallel to the outer hull and dead-ended into the access panel for some lights and . By regularly checking on the sensors himself Kovan ensured that no one had any reason at all to come this way. It was the perfect set up.

Over the many month’s he’s now served aboard the Sentinel he’s steadily built his hideaway into something to be rather proud of. There was a little sun lamp that emitted soft orange-yellow light. A small pillow with rough emboridery that kind of looked like flowers. A gift from Oshremia after she attempted to pick up the hobby, but quickly abandoned when it proved to be yet another craft she had no knack for. Various artworks made by himself were attached to the walls. Comforting renders of various scenery he witnessed across the galaxy. Some were in color, but mostly they were in black and white. Kovan kept a PaDD there, password locked that held all the words he could not speak. Finally, various sketchbooks and miscellaneous art supplies.

A man needs a place where they can retreat. Kovan decided that today he needed a retreat. He left his comm-badge on his desk and quietly slipped out of his room and headed for the nearest Jeffrie’s Tubes access. One hour all to himself with no possible way for anyone to disturb him. Kovan crawled to his isolated place and sighed in relief.

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