Winding Down

Posted on Mon Sep 21st, 2020 @ 5:21am by Petty Officer 1st Class Gregory Serine
Edited on on Mon Sep 21st, 2020 @ 5:25am

Mission: Trial by Fire
Location: Quarters, USS Chuck Norris
Timeline: Current

After finishing lunch, Griz returned to sickbay for the remainder of his shift. Aside from treating a minor burn to an engineer’s hand, the latter half of the day was relatively uneventful. Griz busied himself with calibrating the biosensors of each bed and inventorying the emergency medkits before calling it quits for the day.

Relieved by a fellow corpsman, Griz retreated to the cabin he shared with Petty Officer 2nd Class Samantha Barnabas. Samantha, or Sami as she preferred, was a support craft pilot and worked gamma watch in the shuttle bay. Since the two worked opposite schedules, they often only ever saw one another in passing. By all accounts, Sami was a good roommate. She wasn’t messy, always cleaned up after herself, and volunteered to take the top bunk. Griz was pretty fastidious when it came to cleanliness and organization, so it was nice to have a roommate who respected an orderly room.

Their quarters were small, yet comfortable. Built into the bulkhead were the sleeping lofts; each bunk had individual climate control, soft lighting, and privacy shades. The mattress rack lifted to reveal a storage compartment that held much of their items. In Griz’s, he kept a spare uniform, dress uniform, dress shoes, workout gear, civilian attire, sleepwear, and assorted undergarments. He also stored toiletries, an extra data PADD or two, and a ’go-bag’ for away missions.

Opposite the bunks was a workstation and chair. Although the terminal was used for work purposes, Sami and Griz generally used it for entertainment and keeping in touch with family and friends. To the right of the station was a replicator, and that was pretty much all there was to the room.

There wasn’t much space for anything else aside from a plant they’d tucked into the far corner of the room. The bulkheads were mostly bare, save for several photos each of the room’s occupants had affixed near the console’s wall display.

”Computer, are there any new messages?” Griz asked, lifting the mattress rack to remove his toiletry bag and a pair of flip flops.

=^= ”Negative, you have no new messages at this time.” =^= the computer replied.

Griz frowned, his shoulders sinking a little. He’d hoped to hear from his Uncle Jim, who he’d written to a few days back when first arriving on board. Griz was very close to his Uncle and Aunt, both of whom were stage actors back on Earth. They didn’t speak as often as Griz would have liked, their messages too infrequent – but when they did, boy were their conversations full of laughs.

Letting out a deep sigh, Griz shrugged away the disappointment before heading out of the room. One of the things he enjoyed most after a long day was a nice, warm, traditional shower. Hopefully, all the stalls weren't taken so that he could relax and think about what to record in his personal log this evening.