Lazy Dog

[Sheng-ji 0]

Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish

AENG | USS Reaent

SD 0411.08

 

>Begin<

 

Batting his eyes open, Sheng-ji slowly pushes himself up from his bed. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim light, he yawned, scratching behind his left ear with his claws, letting out a slight sound of enjoyment accompanying the yawn.

 

After his eyes had adjusted, he looked for the clock across the room. There was still some time before they reached the coordinates they were headed towards, and several hours before he was to be on duty again.

 

Having had a rather nice dog-nap, he felt a slight tinge of hunger. But first, he needed a shower, he smelt worse than any normal dog would ever want to. Undressing, he stepped into the smallish sonic shower stall and turned it on, letting the sonic pulses beat away at his skin.

 

After a few minutes under the sonic barrage, he wrapped a towel around himself and went back into the living quarters. His living quarters, a single suite for junior officers, weren’t broom closet small, but weren’t the condos of the galaxies or sovereigns either.

 

Not that Sheng-ji minded. Compared to other officers he knew, his were rather sparse in decoration. There was of course the customary furniture, a desk and chair, a couch and coffee table that doubled as the dinning table, and a nice sized bed. The only non-issue decorations in his neatly kept quarters were several small statues of the gods of his people—reminders of his mortality—and a picture of his parents that he kept by his bed. Other than that, it would be hard for an outsider to identify the inhabitant of the quarters.

 

Sheng-ji had never been very sentimental, and he certainly wasn’t an expert in interior design.

 

Still donning his towel, he stepped over to the smallish closet across from the bed. Sliding the closet door open he sorted through his array of clothing. Mostly duty uniforms, he had brought a miniscule collection of “civilian” clothing when eh had came aboard. Either because he rarely took time off, or simply because he was no slave to fashion, despite his rather striking looks.

 

Finding a simple red kimono and a pair loose fitting red pants, he dressed himself, and then slid on a pair of leather sandals. Looking at himself in the nearby dresser mirror, he smiled showing his fangs.

 

Flipping his flowing silver locks behind his back, he walked to the dresser opening a the top drawer, taking a simple black ribbon from one of the drawers and tied his hair in a pony tail, allowing two ‘tails’ of hair to remain flowing down from behind his ears and in front of his shoulders on either side in perfect symmetry.

 

Satisfied he exited his quarters and entered the nearby lift, and for the first time since awakening spoke, “Forward Lounge.”

 

Then retreated back into silence as the lift hummed to life carrying him towards the forward lounge. As the lift came to a measured and precise stop, and the doors opened with a controlled swoosh, Sheng-ji stepped out heading down the corridor towards the lounge.

 

A bit anxious at being around the crew for really the first time since he had came aboard the Reaent, he entered through the double doors and found a quite window seat.

 

>End Log<