= V'lek's Quarters = V'lek stepped through the door of his quarters and, as it closed behind him, he ordered the lights to be dimmed and the replicator to produce a cup of steaming caf=E9 mocha ... only to be reminded that all replicators are offline. With a barely audible sigh he loosened the top buttons of his uniform and unceremoniously plopped down unto his regulation-sized bed. He closed his eyes, eternally grateful once again that he wasn't sharing quarters with another member of the crew for, even though V'lek was a sociable creature most of the time, there were moments when he wanted to be the only being in the quadrant ... and this was definitely one of those moments. Being the odd number crew member paid off in terms of the sharing of quarters. What a harrowing day it has been! V'lek knew the number of crew on the Chimera but it was more then daunting when half of them barged in to the mess hall during shift change, demanding the best and lots of it. He exhausted his extensive memory of different culinary delights and was most peeved when it turned out that half of the ingredients he required were out of stock. He understood that organic ingredients weren't a priority on a ship that prided itself on its level of replicator technology but, he though with a wry smile, somehow he was sure orders for new stock would quickly be filled in future. Since boarding the ship and eventually finding his room in the multi-level labyrinth, he hasn't been too busy, getting to know the people in the mess hall's kitchen, eyeing the different species. He has seen quite a number of eligible gentlemen but, since the art of courting was never high on his list of priorities, he thought it best to settle in before making a spectacle of himself. After having a quick sonic shower, he climbed into his bed and ordered lights out. As he was trying to fall asleep, since he probably had another action-packed day ahead, he was suddenly seized by a feeling of nostalgia and home-sickness, which was strange considering that he never thought of any place as home before. He evaluated the Archer, the university and where he grew up and discovered that that none qualified as =91that special place' in his heart. Slightly concerned by his lack of roots, he practiced a technique known for its abilities to make one fall asleep. And, soon enough, Mr Sameron was drifting off to dreamland, a slight frown still on his forehead. = Crewman V'lek Sameron Ship's Chef USS Chimera -- No virus found in this outgoing message. Checked by AVG Anti-Virus. Version: 7.0.323 / Virus Database: 267.7.8/22 - Release Date: 2005/06/17