Posted May 21, 2020, 10 p.m. by Cadet Satyol Kastyi (Scientist) (Will Cain)
Having failed to be thrown off the Challenger after checking in with his department head, Kastyi felt rather optimistic about his next stop in sickbay. A few past injuries aside, he believed he was quite healthy. Participation in the martial arts teams at the Academy did wonders for keeping the body in shape, and Judo was a hell of a workout even among the martial arts.
Still, the datawork had to be observed, so he made his way along through the corridors, checking his reference map for directions carefully. It reminded him of arrival in San Francisco, actually. Go to medical! Go to Bursar! Get to Admin! All locations blurring together into one chaotic impression of a labyrinth constructed entirely of offices and unsmiling administrators behind sharp-lined desks.
But this would be different. This was a starship.
He entered the medbay, again standing to attention. Cadets always stood to attention, and by this point the motion was hard-wired into his musculature.
“Cadet Satyol Kastyi, reporting for physical and medical examination. My orders and Academy medical record.” He held out his PaDD, with the appropriate files already on the screen. After all, it paid to be in good with the Doc.
(Cadet Satyol, Science)
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