Kovan wished he knew how he ended up banned from entering Risa. He visited the planet after escaping the cult (the first one). Upon landing upon paradise Kovan began to drink. And drink. And drink until he couldn’t think straight. One moment he was sandwiched between two warm bodies at a club and the next he’s laying on a cold jail cell floor and drenched in ice water. Kovan knew what he’d been charged with. A kind officer read the entire list to him before stating in no uncertain terms he was never to return planet-side again or they’ll lock him up for good. How Kovan committed even half of those crimes he hadn’t the foggiest. What even was aggravated interference with healthcare services? And how in the world did it connect to tampering with a witness and residential mortgage fraud? Criminal nuisance he could understand but that plus those and everything else he supposedly did?

He wish he knew. Either way the end result was the same. Kovan volunteered to stay behind and watch the ship while everyone else splashed among the warm waves and worked on their sun tans. The surly Andorian sat in the lounge, staring out the view port that framed the blue and green planet below. Before him his sketch pad as he recreated what little scenes and sights he could recall before he became blackout drunk. Wonderful, peaceful quiet filled the empty space of the ship. Kovan’s never felt more relaxed aboard this tin can than he did right now.

En ch’Sirhc COMMO/ENGR