With the Memorial docked at starbase and set for crew rotation, refueling, and so on, Lieutenant Beckett knew the next stop on her itinerary was Sickbay. Granted, she’d been on Starbase 243 for a while, and every post ration she’d been checked out. Still, regulations were regulations, and meant to catch any outbreaks, pandemics, as much as they were meant to catch the early onset of any diseases or health conditions. An ounce of prevention was worth a pound of cure.
Stopping at a lift junction she pressed the call button and immediately a set of doors slid open. =^=Deck Thirteen Sickbay.=^= The doors closed with her inside and dropped. It was closest to her office and the armory, with a shorter travel time. Not that it mattered so much with so much crew on liberty or leave. The place was practically a ghost town.

The lift came to a halt and dropped her out just next to the secondary sickbay. Making the short jaunt to the doors, she marched her way in and cast her gaze about, and began venturing deeper. “Anybody home,” she called out.

Lt Beckett, CSO