The Admiral sat at the desk of her shipboard office. It was a fine room, not opulent by any means, but it was spacious. Dark oak trimed walls, with cream colored paneling, a beautiful autumn brown carpet, and the ceiling was paneled in dark wood. A facade, of course, covering the bare metal of the ship itself. Across the various walls of the room, a few paintings, trophies, and such were mounted, Many rifles and other firearms of immaculate design and refinement also sat on the walls, fequently taken down for cleaning and repair.
Along the lefthand side of the room, the wall was lined with bookshelves, A small rable, atop which sits an old-cradle gramaphone. Beneath the table a crate filled with vinyls. In front of the shelves, a large wooden desk rests, which a black leather deskchair behind it. Real leather and wood were remarkably hard to come by, and she had found a good deal on some backwater world. In front of the imposing desk, a few wooden chairs sat, for private meetings and such. Atop the desk itself were scattered papers, holopads, pens and other suplies. A small desk lamp with a green shade rests at one corner of the desk, shedding a warm light on the desk itself, contrasting the harsh white shipboard lights that spend most their time off.
The right wall is a reinforced pressure sealed window out into the star void, an armchair with a table beside it. The table was a resting spot for whatever the admiral needed beside her as she gazed at the stars before her, a book and a warm drink typically.
Along the wall oposite of the window, there was a door, leading to a coridor to the rest of the ship, just beside the entrance, a coatrack stood, where her brilliant white coat and peaked cap rested while not in use. a metal worktable was placed in the right corner of the wall, with various containors of tools and parts organized nearby, Augmentation, Weapon modification and various repairs. She was always good with her hands, She had once dreamed of repairing old-cradle watches, thier tiny intracate gears always fascinated her, then weapons repair, then augmentsmithing, instaling, and invention.
Moving to the right side of the room, a thin wall had been installed cutting the room in two, with one side being the admirals private quarters. The wall was installed after the room itself was built and was made of panels of wood, easily removed should the need arise. A door was placed in the center of the wall with a wine cabinet to its side. Behind the door was the Admiral's bedroom, the bed sitting with its headboard on the wall oposite the window And with a wardrobe and a few other storage chests for her personal belongings. A much smaller desk sat in this room, a few reports needing completion resting on its wooden top. A Lifesize procelain doll rested in a glass cass, standing next to the desk, with its name engraved in a plate at the base of the container.
When not at the bridge, this room was where she spent her time. Meals were delivered to her, and her personal hound's kennels just across the hall.
A call comes across a holopad resting on her desk, a docking request. A fleet of starfighters returning from patrol, the report would have to wait for another day.
