"Computer, begin recording."
With that, the video screens jumps to life and shows Kainon. He's in his civilian clothes and drinking a cup of coffee on the couch of his DS9 quarters.
"Fuck. This is a bitch. I never knew that administrative leave would be so hard on me. I know that I deserve everything that I got, but never knew it would be this bad." He takes a sip from his mug, this one has a DS9 logo on it, but he doesn't really seem to care at this point.
"This sitting around is going to be the end of me," he says with a heavy sigh. "I just want to get out and do what I was put here for. Instead, I'm staring at brown. Brown walls, brown carpets, brown replicators. Cardassian architecture leaves much to be desired. But at least the coffee is decent."
The attempts to get comfortable are clearly failing with Kainon. It's not his couch, not his room, not his life. No amount of coffee, alcohol, women or anything is going to take his mind off what means most to him.
"At least it's temporary. But six months still sucks." He takes the last drink of his coffee and looks up to the ceiling. "Computer, end recording."
*pfffffffffft* "Ah... that feels better... Dammit! Computer, end recording!"
And it fades to black.
