Rousing slowly, Kiril woke from his dream, feeling not particularly refreshed. Those strange night-visions were increasing in frequency and intensity, all at the cost of his decent night's rest. He crawled out of his hammock, brushed his teeth, showered, and dressed in his usual attire: a tee-shirt, an oversized hoodie tied around his waist, shorts and sneakers.
Mumbling to himself about what he needed to do today, Kiril made toast and coffee, then sitting down to his breakfast as he looked over the station's bulletins again. Three creams, four sugars, and a large spoon of marmalade later, Kiril was feeling ready to start the day.
He set to work on his weaponry project; a coolant-stabilized plasma pistol that drew from ambient energy to power the ion accelerators. The large battery packs that plasma weapons required generally made them impractical for use as side-arms, but this weapon was small enough to be smuggled under Kiril's shirt without sacrificing a bit of its punch. The weapon was essentially functional, basically a test type, but there were still many kinks to be worked out.
Kiril busily worked at his pet project, the bulletins still being read aloud to him as they updated, but otherwise melodic electronic music playing from the speakers sit up around his little abode.