Sapper’s physical in sickbay was fairly routine: scanned with a medical tricorder, asked about family histories of medical complications, then asked about recent interstellar travel. All routine questions; all routine answers. But it was procedure. And Sapper was glad to have it over with.

Now he could focus on something more meaningful: his job.

It was a little past 1230 hours when Sapper stepped into the hangar bay. While he had planned on meeting with Lieutenant Primage- Sehlat- here for a tour at 1100 hours, the physical was quite thorough, and as a result, took longer. Still, he hoped the Lieutenant would be understanding.

Not immediately seeing her, he went to the closest berth, and ran a simple level three diagnostic on the fighter’s drive system. It’s regular maintenance, but can easily be overlook.

-Sapper