Mwezi stepped into Sickbay and glanced around. He wasn’t necessarily here for a check-up, although if Cpt. Ryley decided he needed one he wouldn’t avoid the man. He was here to follow a suggestion and get to know the senior staff better. If he was going to be a leader, it was helpful to know the people he was leading. That was something he’d learned on the Chernov as Security Chief.

So here he was in the smell of antiseptic. It was a strong smell to humans, even stronger to him, but he’d gotten relatively accustomed to such things. “I’m looking for the CMO?” he asked a nurse, who gestured wordlessly to the small office in the back of Sickbay. Of course. perfectly reasonable.

Mwezi, XO