Posted Oct. 5, 2021, 11:51 p.m. by Ensign Kovan ch'Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) (Abigail G)
Nearly a week of space travel. Before long they’ll have reached this Abyss place and then the real work begins. Kovan normally avoided Deck 9, but a week spent crawling up and down engineering preparing for their trip through the nebula could wear any man down. Kovan needed a change of pace. A different setting to settle the nerves scratching up his spine. Something different, surrounded by different people. New things to calm the boredom that crawled over him like insects across his nerves.
So Kovan made a rare appearance in the crew lounge. He ignored any greetings, and took the only open table. Settling down, he set a pad of real paper down and began to draw with a charcoal pencil. With each stroke he pushed aside the background noise, and focused on putting the image within his mind to the page before him. Slow but surely, the landscape of an alien world appeared on the page. Strange alien birds filled the sky, and in the foreground accurate renditions of the native sentient life performing an ancient but still honored religious rite.
Kovan
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