Location: Luxury Liner and Mid-rim transport “Gracious Ferry”, Deck 9, 4 Star long charter habitat, Cabin 24.
The door slid open and hid bespoke in the wall, with a duffle bag in hand and a full satchel on side, Kalavi Lumen stepped into his home and half the room lit up, there were dimmer lights in some spots and warmer lights in others. adjustable LED’s over the standardized mini-kitchen and it’s countertop, a single fluorescent light above a curtained off sleeping area and a warm Incandescent orange at the recliner, positioned near a large birch table and computer console not dissimilar to the ones found on frontier stations, except with screens on arms rather than inlaid to the frame and a pair of joysticks nearby.
Deposited quickly upon the kitchen counter was the duffle, it’s contents were a selection of cheesy honkers, twinkies, pizza making ingrediants, two liters of soy and regular milk and frozen Onion rings.
That was not the highlight of his outing, sure he swung by the level’s commissary, but the real destination was the engineering deck’s receiving desk.
Kalavi hastily moved to the unlit side of the cabin, there was a faint glare off the tinted glass partitioning the room and win-door entry. He flicked a switch and quickly partition was fully lit, a pair of
freestanding spot lights and 2 rows of ceiling lights. there were various dummies clad in various
replica uniforms.
A replica white SEC jumpsuit with formal beret, a mockup Semi-powered Mining hardsuit, non-vacuum rated, plastic pannels, minimal frame, and finally a replica NT space suit, re coloured to have orange visor and black centered racing stripes along the helmet, arms and legs.
There was one other dummy, this one however was affixed atop a very short robot.
It was a shooting target.
Those notable things aside, the rest of the clutter in the room was placed upon simple metal tables, most of it somehow related to the themes of the stationary dummies, the exception was cleaning supplies.
Kalavi had faint Ideas about the entirety of what his current position in NT entailed, as effective as the Dissimilarity project’s subconscious blocks were, the details of the jobs he performed were still in his head, even if he couldn’t consciously remember them all the time. hence this partitioning of his room, most of it’s contents and his most recent aquisition…
A replica NT-SEC disabler. Programed to scan for a designated target wearing an IFF tag, with a built in score counter linked to the set number of shots of the user’s practice round.
Basically a glorified laser tag gun, with shot accuracy calculator all bundled into a visually identical, similarly weighted package.
He took the fancy toy out of his satchel, slapped the IFF tag on the target dummy, started it’s little robot, stepped back and prepped for a round of practice for something he couldn’t even remember needing too…