Volumes upon volumes slumbered in their respective niches, filling shelves to the brim and stacking to reach the highest rafters of the cavern. The library chamber could hardly compare with the magestic archives at the Jedi Academy on Naboo. There was some haphazard feel about the room, the datapads scattered here and there on table tops as if all the knowledge available had been crammed into the cave as quickly as possible. That wasn't exactly far from the truth though, as what rested here had been mostly been salvaged on the run. Most of the information they had were in the computers and luckily they had managed to save most of the network.
All was slient within the hewn walls save for the low hum of computers on standby and the soft snoring of a particular young man. Stowed away amidst the city of bookshelves was Kenshin. His arms were crossed upon the tabletop and his face buried between them, lost in a mane of tussled hair the hue of moist soil. Pushed aside before him was a portable terminal, which dozed as he did, and strewn about on both sides were a number of datapads, the weak glow of their screens illuminating the cheek that was pressed upon the desk. If it wasn't the military jacket that shrouded the back of his chair, he would have easily been mistaken for an academy student cramming for an exam instead of a soldier.
Suddenly a beeping pierced through the relative quiet, causing the man to shift and pull his right arm from under his face. A few datapads skidded across the smooth wood surface from his touch as he blindly felt for the source of the obtrusive sound. It wasn't long before his fingers closed around the comlink and dragged it to his face. With a sigh he thumbed it.
"General Katarn, your presence is requested aboard the Hope in twenty minutes." Came the voice of some ensign or private on the otherside of the line.
"General...?" He mumbled to himself as the message sank into the depths of his hazy mind. Must be some sort of big meeting if they were asking him to appear as an Alatarian General. It wasn't widely known that he held that rank. Most of his duties were that of the Cortogen Captain's and the sound of 'General Katarn' still seemed a bit sharp on the edges as it was hardly used.
"Pardon sir..?" The soldier inquired, his tone a bit lost.
"Nothing.." Kenshin said, sitting up only to lean back into his seat. His free hand rose to rub the sleep from his face as well as the welt on his cheek that had formed from sleeping on an unlucky datapad. "Tell them Katarn will be there in a few moments."
Clipping the comlink to this belt, he sat there for a moment wondering what this meeting was all about. It was unexpected to say the least, but Kenshin was used to Kamon and his unexpected ways and so he wasn't really that surprised. Well whatever it was, he'd do what he could. Willing himself up, he shrugged on his jacket and quickly gathered his things, which was pretty much just pushing everything off the edge of the table and into a bag. For the 'n'th time ever, he gave the library an indifferent gaze before sauntering out. Well at least it was cozy...
