Cadet Oliver Scott made his way down the corridor, nodding slightly to other officers and cadets as he passed them. He had hardly been able to sleep last night from the excitement that was pulsing through his veins. Everything over the last several years had led him to this very day, reporting for duty on his cadet cruise. Textbooks and theory was interesting and Olly had done well in the classroom but people typically don’t join Starfleet out of a love for textbooks and classrooms. Olly was ready to get out and put those book skills to good use in the great big galaxy.

He was currently on his way to check in with the Chief Medical Officer in sickbay and was certain he should have made it there by now. He had studied the schematics and felt like he knew them like the back of his hand, but something wasn’t right. Up ahead he was certain that he had already passed this same bulkhead before and still no sickbay in sight. Finally, he decided to ask someone for directions.

“Excuse me, sir” he called out to a passing Ensign. “I’m sorry but could you direct me to sickbay? I seem to have taken a wrong turn.”

The Ensign stopped and looked the cadet over, “First day cadet?”

Olly grimaced on the inside and nodded.

The Ensign chuckled a little, “Well the good new is you didn’t take a wrong turn, sickbay is right here. The bad news is its two decks above us.”

This time Olly couldn’t suppress the grimace or the bright red color that slowly crept onto his face. He managed to stammer out a thank you to the ensign as he rushed off to the turbolift.

Finally, two decks up, he found himself in the correct place. He stepped through the sickbay doors and quickly regained his composure as soon as he heard the familiar noises and hums of the medical equipment and saw the familiar blue uniforms hard at work. Olly made his way through the department to Dr. Torrirs’ office where he knocked politely and waited to be acknowledged.

Cadet Oliver Scott, Medical