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“Computer begin logging all readings from this tricorder, and identify the person being scanned in the log.”

With that done, Eric opened the tricorder and began scanning himself.

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO

The computer beeped in acknowledgement as the scan ran. It took a few moments and then the file was created with all of Holmman’s medical files available for his perusal.

When the XO read the files they showed him to be in perfect condition. Though he really should think about drinking some water. He was very mildly dehydrated.

GM Wombat

Eric frowned at the results. It hasn’t been that long since he woke up… the end results of a mild hangover were not what he expected. He closed the tricorder and put it back in the kit.

Eric went back to the computer terminal to review the results of the personnel file search. Not that he expected to find anything, but might as well be due diligent. “Computer, cross-reference with Commander Holmman’s records and display all matches.” There would be at least match showing that they were both assigned to the Challenger at the same time, but maybe something more interesting might show up…

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO

Other that the stationing on the Challenger there was very little overlap. Often they were posted on opposite watches, very little chance of overlap except for a few hours in the morning and evening at meal times, but she was a junior officer not at all likely to run in the same social circles as the Commander.

GM Wombat

Moments after the records were displayed, the door chime outside of the guest quarters sounded, announcing that Holmman had a visitor.

Davis, CO

Eric grimaced. The results were not telling him anything yet, but he had a few more records he wanted to take a look at. But, being cut off from everything meant that any visitor was welcome at this point.

“Enter,” Eric said, standing up from his seat, heading towards the entrance.

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO

The door to the entrance of the quarters slid open to reveal the form of Emmy, with a medkit tucked neatly under her arm. She didn’t wait to exchange pleasantries before striding into the guest quarters, straight for a nearby table, where she set down the medkit and popped it open to reveal the medical tricorder. In silence, she took out the instrument and then made her way to Holmman with a raised eyebrow, waiting for confirmation that he had consented to the scan.

Davis, CO

OOC: She wouldn’t know that he had just done the scan, hence I’m sticking with this. :)

“Go ahead,” Eric said in resignation, sitting down at a nearby chair. “But…”

He gestured with his right hand at the nearby opened medical kit. “I just tried it myself. Found nothing. Unless I had a defective tricorder or someone knows how to hack into the medical scan results…”. Eric shook his head.

“Any news from your end?” he asked while Davis completed her scan. “I couldn’t find any records of connections between me and Ensign Pey. I was wondering who she had been in contact with over the past 24 hours…”

-Cmdr. Eric Holmman, XO