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     Cdr. Sieven Drexler |
Sieven had been spending most of his off-duty time in his quarters, out of the public eye. Savant had checked on him occasionally to make sure he was all right, and he was, he simply told her that he needed some alone time, since it was rare. He'd actually been spending a lot of time on a project that for him was both expository and meditative. He had been writing a book, and fully intended to create it much in the ways of the old bookmakers on Terra that he admired. The collection on his wall had been rather stagnant lately, with no new additions, what with his distance from the Federation. This would suffice for now, he thought. Although he was going to type the entire thing, it would be printed on paper and bound in a leather binding. He had already churned through fifty pages or so and hadn't lost any steam. He had plenty of source material, of course: the entire Borg saga as well as information and stories from his culture. He paced himself and listened to ambient music while sipping some mild tea. He was relaxing the best way he knew how. As it progressed, it slowly began to read as an epic. He had tried to avoid the slightly imaginative and exagerrated way of storytelling that accompanied an epic saga, but it was slowly seeping in as his reverence for some of the characters showed through. "Ah, well," he thought. "I write what needs to be written." With a return stroke, page 51 was created and he continued typing. BTC |