The medical bay looked like pretty much all of the ones Kell had visited or spent time in getting patched up, the same machines going beep, the same collection of used coffee mugs that no-one seemed capable of tidying away, even on-board a starship where most of the process was automated, the same people in blue shirts wandering around trying to look busy.

“Pretty standard.” He thought to himself as he stepped inside, balancing his kitbag on one shoulder, whilst in his other hand he held a tray with a selection of hot beverages. His review of maintenance logs on the trip over had shown that not only was the sickbay replicator on the fritz, but that prior to breaking down the machine had had the highest order rate on the whole ship.

“Hello?” He called out to the blue shirted types, “Would anyone trade a coffee for a boarding physical exam?”

LtJG Dawson - Chief Engineer