Fin had only been on the Chimera for an hour. Long enough to deposit what she carried in her quarters, take the long way through several corridors to the bridge to report to the CO, and then report for her boarding physical.

The black uniform she wore got a lot of curious looks. Perhaps the ship’s last Intel officer hadn’t worn all black? No matter, she thought as the doors to sickbay parted allowing her entrance.

Having read the specs for the Chimera, Fin wasn’t surprised at the size of the medical facility. She was happy, though, to see that it wasn’t as busy as she’d thought it might be. Walking to the reception desk (with 50 beds, seems like there would be one) with hands clasped behind her back, she spoke to the officer there. “Lt Fihnrilkk’Hob”ledn-ardol, reporting for a boarding physical.”

—Fin, CIO