The Klingon and The Augment - Roomies!
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Chang's first action when getting his room assigned was to visit Khan. Matter accomplished, he took to decorating.
Naturally, this decoration took the form of his own people. It was important to Chang that, after a long day putting up with the Federation population, he could retire to a place that was a harbour from the enforced cultural bleaching that accompanied humanity wherever it went.
So his nationalistic form of decorating had nothing to do with Khan and everything to do with Chang. He'd even been so generous as to leave Khan's section (also known as the section that Chang didn't prefer - you get locked up in the Brig, you lose, Khan) more or less untouched in his absence.
The Sword of Kahless, his most prized possession, was displayed above his bed, a red light serving as a highlight (and a forcefield - he didn't exactly trust Khan not to swipe it off the wall and he hadn't earned such an honour). That is, if you could call what he had a bed. Pulling off the mattress wasn't really sufficient, but Chang had replaced it with some kind of anti-grav trolley that he must have pulled from the corner of some cargo bay that was little more than junk. The spare bedding had ended up on Khan's section - he might have some use for it.
Other than that, the lighting in Chang's section was dull with the odd red overtones and even some of the consoles had changed to fit in. It still had the overall Federation style - that took time to wash out - but Chang was making significant progress.
Right now, Chang was reading a PADD intently, sitting on his bed, with a good view of space outside. He wasn't really interested on what was happening otherwise, only his warrior's instinct making sure he was alert.
Naturally, this decoration took the form of his own people. It was important to Chang that, after a long day putting up with the Federation population, he could retire to a place that was a harbour from the enforced cultural bleaching that accompanied humanity wherever it went.
So his nationalistic form of decorating had nothing to do with Khan and everything to do with Chang. He'd even been so generous as to leave Khan's section (also known as the section that Chang didn't prefer - you get locked up in the Brig, you lose, Khan) more or less untouched in his absence.
The Sword of Kahless, his most prized possession, was displayed above his bed, a red light serving as a highlight (and a forcefield - he didn't exactly trust Khan not to swipe it off the wall and he hadn't earned such an honour). That is, if you could call what he had a bed. Pulling off the mattress wasn't really sufficient, but Chang had replaced it with some kind of anti-grav trolley that he must have pulled from the corner of some cargo bay that was little more than junk. The spare bedding had ended up on Khan's section - he might have some use for it.
Other than that, the lighting in Chang's section was dull with the odd red overtones and even some of the consoles had changed to fit in. It still had the overall Federation style - that took time to wash out - but Chang was making significant progress.
Right now, Chang was reading a PADD intently, sitting on his bed, with a good view of space outside. He wasn't really interested on what was happening otherwise, only his warrior's instinct making sure he was alert.