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> >The doors slid open upon the issuing of the high level clearence of the station
Commander. The room was dark, lit only by the view port.
>
> "Computer-standard daytime lighting." He remained partially obscured by he
doorway as he kept a foot in the doorway to keep it open.
>
The lights illumenated to daytime levels as ordered. As they increased in
intensity the shapes started to become visable. Shapes into objects, and objects
into decor.
The quarters were not quite spartan, but certainly not cluttered. A few pieces of
artwork (mostly Rihannsu) hung on the walls. There were a few antique weapons hung
on the walls as well. The bookshelves held many ancient books, many medical
textbooks (many antique medical textbooks) a number of classical stories. Dotted
amongst them were various medical antiques of Terran, Vulcan and Rihannsu origin.
The quarters looked as if Matt had just stepped out for a few moments. There was
no suggestion that he had taken any meaningful possessions with him.
The combade was on the dinner table.
