Makeshift Brig--[Reboot!Kirks & Pike, Apropos Crew]
They room must have been a suicide watch cell in Medbay. Nothing else would explain the cramped space and spartan furnishings. Sam relaxed on the bed trying to sleep but finding none. There was nothing in the room to distract him from his thoughts and the plain while walls and furnishings were unsettling.
He'd been tasked with faking his own death and blowing up his ship.
True, he'd been in the game too long.
True,the Kalòn Kakòn was dead in the water, so to speak.
But he was giving up the only trade he'd ever known. Men with ninth grade educations didn't get stimulating jobs. Even Jimmy and Pike would not be able to find a profession more stimulating than 'Replicator Calibration Technician' for him.
He was saying goodbye to the ship which had become his home. He'd known every nook and cranny of the Kalòn Kakòn. Sam had touched every instrument panel and lived in every room. The memories he had of the house back in Iowa were faint, but he knew the halls of the Kalòn Kakòn would always be clear in his mind.
He was saying good by to the people who had become his family. He'd spend almost as much time playing cards with the crew as he had chasing Jimmy around. Sam had been family to them all, and they to him.
Sam rolled onto his side to face the wall, ignoring the tears.
He'd been tasked with faking his own death and blowing up his ship.
True, he'd been in the game too long.
True,the Kalòn Kakòn was dead in the water, so to speak.
But he was giving up the only trade he'd ever known. Men with ninth grade educations didn't get stimulating jobs. Even Jimmy and Pike would not be able to find a profession more stimulating than 'Replicator Calibration Technician' for him.
He was saying goodbye to the ship which had become his home. He'd known every nook and cranny of the Kalòn Kakòn. Sam had touched every instrument panel and lived in every room. The memories he had of the house back in Iowa were faint, but he knew the halls of the Kalòn Kakòn would always be clear in his mind.
He was saying good by to the people who had become his family. He'd spend almost as much time playing cards with the crew as he had chasing Jimmy around. Sam had been family to them all, and they to him.
Sam rolled onto his side to face the wall, ignoring the tears.