Comeback Tommorow

[Cptn Corizon 0]

Corizon limped into his office. The dry taste in his mouth had turned into a searing pain in the back of his throat. And his head felt like it was going to fall off his shoulders. He entered his office on Camelot station, trying to orientate himself.

 

The office was much larger than his own on Morningstar and had a window view of the planet below, though at the moment, Corizon really didn’t appreciate that. The office, spartanly decorated, had to the immediate left a couch, coffee table and chairs that faced the large floor to ceiling windows. To the far left, on the wall, were the replicator and a small closet. On the right of the entrance, Corizon’s glassy desk protruded fluidly from the wall. Mounted on top was his small computer terminal that rose from the desk itself. Otherwise, only a few assorted PADDS and a curious statue littered the otherwise sleek desk.

 

Immediately he lay down on the soft, green couch. The suddenness of the headache caught him by surprise and he didn’t associate it with anything happening on the Morningstar.

 

“Computer,” his voice weak, the sound of anything, let alone his voice, echoed like a Dinvarian Cathedral Organ in his ears. “Lights, and no interruptions...unless the station is blowing up…I want no comms and no visitors.”

 

“Please restate the parameters…”

 

Bloody Hell. “Computer, unless it’s Captain Sorehl or Admiral Day…no visitors and no incoming comms. If Lt. Xavier shows up, leave him a note that says come back tomorrow. I am going to bed.”

 

The computer beeped and the lights in his room dimmed. He curled up slightly, getting comfortable, and fell fast asleep, blissfully unawares of what was going on a few airlocks down.