Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Side-Sim: The Man Cave (Tag Roman)

Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Side-Sim: The Man Cave (Tag Roman)

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Side-Sim: The Man Cave (Tag Roman)
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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.

Kovan ch’Sirhc

Rand was off doing work for the Captain and Roman wanted a few hours of quiet peace. It was rare for him to do such a thing, go hiding within the depths of the ship, but sometimes he just really needed the time to de-stress.

Last time someone had come close to finding him, and that would just be embarrassing. This time, he went further in, where no one would go. At least not for a few hours.

That was how he stumbled upon what looked like a room down here. Yellowish light flowed out of the space, that’s what drew him there. Artwork hung from the walls. A strange pillow sat in the room. Someone’s personal PaDD. And.... Ensign Kovan.

Maybe he could just turn around and quietly slip out? Was it possible Kovan hadn’t seen him? He paused and looked quietly at the Andorian officer.

~ Roman

Of course Kovan heard the obvious sounds of someone crawling around in the tubes. His anteane picked up the tremors and the subtle sounds that most races did not discern or notice immediately. Kovan racked his brain but he couldn’t recall any kind of engineering work on this side of the ship. Someone could be taking a short cut through the tubes. Engineers especially liked to skip the lift and take the quicker, if more atheltic, path to their desired destination. Kovan stayed still, quiet as an Earth mouse and hoped that whoever it was they would pass right by him.

No such luck. Kovan had a good idea who it was crawling towards him too going by the feel of the sounds. The downside of working along the same people day in and day out is that you learn to recognize them through sound. Something Kovan seemed to do instinctually so even though he felt annoyed by the other’s presence he recognized that it could have been far worse.

“You know it’s rude to stare, don’t you?” Kovan groused before glancing Roman’s way. The man didn’t seem to be here on any offical business. People don’t go on casual strolls through the tubes just ‘cause either. “It’s more comfortable over here.” Not really, but it was weird to have the commander squating outside his little hideaway staring at him.

Kovan

“What are you doing in here?” What else could he say? Roman had to deflect. He had no excuse for being down here. And what exactly would he say? He was so embarrassed to be caught here, squatting in front of what must be Kovan’s hiding spot. Ever since the assassination incident Roman liked having someplace to come get away. He wasn’t sure why, he didn’t used to need that.

~ Roman

Kovan glanced about the surprisingly homey space, “That should really be my question,” Kovan said, deflecting the deflection, “You’re the one who came over here and you’re making it more awkward by staring at me from over there.” The Andorian shifted so he settled more comfortably on the floor and moved the pillow so that it supported his back. “If you’re going to be here you might as well be in here.” Kovan took hold of the PaDD and began to scroll through the different writings and messages saved within. He figured as long as he didn’t make a big deal of the commander’s presence then the man would calm down a bit and not be so snippy and defensive.

Kovan