The faintest of glows from lights on their night cycle;
Rows of meticulously maintained plants;
The quiet hum of machinery;
Comfort in familiarity.
Aev glanced down at the PADD he'd set aside for perhaps the tenth time in as many seconds. New orders. A new home. There was a certain inevitability to change, and now his number was up. He'd been more than lucky, he knew. The same ship for close to seven years now: almost unheard of.
To say his mind was racing would be an understatement. The intelligence officer forced a few, calming breaths as he closed his eyes. The tactic usually worked, and he was relieved to find his tried and true method didn’t fail him now.
There was something else this time, though. Memories. He kept his eyes closed and allowed himself to reminisce. Not all of them were pleasant, but they evoked strong emotions nevertheless. He lost track of how long he stood there, reliving years of his time aboard. The memories helped focus something that’d been on his mind for months, years even. His entire time on D’Ishae was marked by change. And then it hit him. The ship may have been the same, but the people living inside of it weren’t. People. One person, specifically.
Aev’s eyes opened, the dim lighting in the room masked the emotion on his face and the slight dampness in his eyes. Happiness, perhaps, and regret for waiting for so long. No longer. He was struck with a clarity of purpose so strong he had to act on it.
His wrist computer came off easily enough. The release clasps were sturdy, but practiced hands had the housing open in moments, and the power supply disconnected shortly after. A quick look at the internals brought a smile to his face.
“These will do just fine.” He said aloud to the empty room. His voice sounded unusually loud in this space. He set about pulling the wiring from the wrist computer with practiced precision, fond memories of the constant bantering on why the wiring runs were far more efficient in this model than that fossil Davin wore on his own wrist.
He’d never considered himself as talented in crafting anything with his hands, but he knew Davin wouldn’t care. He weaved the wires together, twisting several individual strands into one whole, and then crudely tied off the ends. The final product was a rough approximation of a bracelet. It was, Aev realized, perhaps the most important thing he’d ever made.
Now to give it away.