14 43 hours Lt. Commander Bren Ohmsford, Chief Science Officer's
Duty Log scan for lifeforms  = [ - Deck 03 | Bren Quarters - ] =
As soon as the doors to his cabin hissed shut behind him, Bren
unzipped his tunic and threw it on the sofa. Moving towards the
bathroom, he pulled off his teal undershirt, grimacing ever so
slightly at the unpleasant odour that escaped from underneath.
The shirt was cast unceremoniously onto a pile of week old
clothes that begged to be thrown into the reclamation unit. The
once neat officer's quarters now looked like a targh mudpit.
Bren shivered slightly as he stepped into the bathroom,
goosebumps appearing on his bare skin. The environmental
controls on Deck 03 were operating normally and resulted in
quite a temperature drop from where he just came. He pressed his
palm onto the sonic shower's activation button, and turned the
temperature dial to 22C. Slipping off his shoes and pants, he
got into the shower and closed the doors.  Shivering again, this
time from pleasure, he reve