Sickbay. The one place where most security officers hate. Starr didn’t have the exact same animosity against the place. The aroma of the sterile environment, which was less noticeable on a ship due to the whole ship having that clean air smell. It reminded him somewhat of his time on the farm with his parents. The surrounding countryside he grew up in. He stepped out of the turbolift and headed towards the Starfleet medical logo on the door, and stepped in. He looked around at the familiar sight of biobeds, some unoccupied and some occupied by other cadets with various ailments that Starr had either had in the past, or heard about.

He turned to one of the medical cadets, “Hello there, I’m here to see the Doctor for my boarding exam, are they available?”