Two weeks before the Salient's arrival in the Arcturus System
The room was dark, until a small orange glint started to unveil the shadow. It was a chemical lamp that activated once a certain time of day had been reached. The light spread to the fountain prism, with the water flowing to the top, before rolling down the sides of the fountain walls. The prism was established near the blast doors as sort of a decoration at the entrance to welcome visitors. The light spread to the nearby desk with the terminal quietly inactive, and to the oval viewport which was sealed off with blinds that worked similar to blast doors. A man with flowing black hair was laying on a bed nearby the lamp, he was sleeping in an awkward pose. As the lamp light shone, he turned toward the bright source, and opened his eyes slowly. It was a bit of a struggle to lift his eyelids.
"Right then," he said to himself half awake. He immediately tossed aside the covers of his bed, and proceeded to establish himself in an upright posture while sitting on the side of the bed. The chemical lamp was the only source of light in the room, that is until he approached the oval viewport and pressed a key on the control panel beside it. The viewport's shades pulled apart sideways to reveal light of Arcturus, which seeped into the room slowly, as the suns had just awoken as well. He peered past the viewport and into the sprawling jungle that enveloped the land. The greens were leafy, and the vegetation was teeming. They swayed and danced slightly, while trees with whiplike leaves rested against the ground. Violet and blue flowers sparkled as if they had been sprinkled with magical dust and glitter. The sight of these exotic flowers was a visual overdose, but Roman was not one to care how intoxicated he was until it affected his ability to concentrate.
He turned away from the plants that were gathered outside of his viewport, and he proceeded to don his dress shirt, followed by his labcoat. He walked over to a table that was beside his bed, and he grabbed a small rectangular case that stood on the table. He opened the case and unhinged his glasses from the case before setting it back to rest on the table.
As he placed the glasses on his face, he turned to the terminal on his desk and spoke to it.
"Bring up yesterday's files please."
The automated intelligence voice responded, "Certainly."
The holographic orange glow of the terminal's keyboard came to life, while the screen flashed on. Several images began to dot the screen at random, while Roman inspected the images as he buttoned his cuffs.
"Thank you, that's all I needed, hibernate."
"As you wish," the voice spoke, the screen went black, and the holographic keyboard disappeared. Roman left the room, but not after grabbing his communicator off the nightstand with the blast doors sealing shut behind him.