Posted March 19, 2021, 4:01 p.m. by Cadet Seb Petrov (Security Officer) (R Palmer)
After checking the door number against the readout of his PADD, Seb entered the shared quarters; a space he intended to spend as little time as possible in during his time on the Challenger. The room was empty, some of the bunks already had belongings stowed nearby.
I guess… Mine must be one of the empty ones. Dropping his bags on a bunk against the far wall with a clatter of fencing equipment, he hoped to find a decent sparring partner as soon as possible, lest he lose his competitive edge. Seb slumped to sit down next to his belongings, immediately massaging both legs, cursing himself for skipping his morning stretches to save some time. As if on cue, a digitized voice rang out in the room.
“Cadet Sebastien Petrov, report to sickbay.” He sits stunned for a moment, convincing himself that it was just a coincidence. Rising to his feet with a low groan, he sets off at a good pace, ignoring the tightness in his legs. Mercifully, his destination is also on Deck 6, arriving after only a few minutes of wandering through the hallway.
Activating the door control, he enters, immediately looking to catch the eye of one of the Doctor with his best confident smile.
Cadet Sebastien ‘Seb’ Petrov, Security.
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