Microcosm

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July 27th, 824 - Omicron Kappa

5 AM. The holo windows in Ezrael's room were darkened out, yet still showing the many different views of his battleship, both a blueprint view with glowing dots to indicate the position of each crewman as well as live feeds of the most important rooms on the ship. Hydroponics, bridge, engine room, workshop, even the canteen. That was were he was going soon. However, right now he was sleeping in his small bed. The furniture of his personal quarter on the Apahanta was still the same from the very moment he took the command of the ship. A small military bed, comfortable enough to get rest on it, yet nothing in comparison to his harem bed on the Hoffnungsschimmer, which reached from one end of the room to the other, allowing more than twenty people to sleep on. Nothing in this room was anything compared to the luxury he had on the Corvo or on Curacao or on the Little Blue, his Dorado. On the Apahanta, he forced himself not to be a billionaire. Here, he was the captain.

"Good morning, Captain," the synthetic voice of the Apahanta's AI sounded through the room's speakers while the lights turned on, the holo windows started to glow at full capacity and one of his favourite rock soundtracks started playing. He lay on his back, the blanket somehow managed to roll up to a sausage, barely covering his body. Only his lower body and his thighs, while the rest of the blanket was hanging down at both sides of the bed, left and right. Opening his eyes slowly, he quickly decided to press the eyelids of one of them together again. Too bright. There were eye rings, and together with the stubbles of a five o'clock shadow, they were actually making him looking as old as he was, thirty-two. "You slept only four hours, Captain. Please ensure you get enough sleep to compensate the current lack. Your body needs at least eight hours of sleep per day to rejuvenate from stress," the Apahanta's synthetic voice sounded, reminding him of his only health issue. And each time he got reminded of it, he had to think back on how he passed out on the Eidolon Wraith, embarassing himself infront ot Joshua Hunt and the Auxesians. He knew exactly where the stress came from, but he loved her. Maren.

"Rejuvenate my dick," the Captain gave back mourning, not thinking about how the Apahanta's AI was browing it's internal library, and after it, the neural net, to find a way to do as the Captain requested. Short time later, the ship's doctor, Adrianna Carr, would receive a medical request from the Apahanta on her PDA, asking for blue pills. "Status?", Ezrael asked with a little bit of a more clear voice while covering half of his face with his arm, angling the elbow at his forehead.

"All systems nominal. The crew is waking up. Today's breakfast is now getting prepared. Fruit Salad, based on Curacaoan fruits. As you requested, Captain. No new messages. Cloak-to-Arclight-test is scheduled for 13 o'clock in the early afternoon, approximately eight hours from now. Chief Engineer Leon Isley's departure is scheduled for 10 o'clock in the morning," the Apahanta informed him. "Please stand up now, Captain. You need to shower."

"No you," he replied, confusing the AI into the believe of the ship's hull being unclean. Which was the case, given they were in the Peloponnese Nebula for a very long time, and the outer hull was slightly radioactive thanks to the Omicron Kappa phenomena.

"Ship hull depolarized," the AI informed him, actually having done it. It made Ezrael laugh and stand up, the blanket falling down. Stretching his body, he yawned, then looked down at himself. Before the shower he would definitely need to pee.

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