A short time ago, following the most recent crew rotation…

Sorra walked quickly down the corridor toward Sickbay. He had taken a short trip to his new quarters to deposit his luggage and was now hustling with several other newly rotated officers to the same destination. As the lieutenant in command red ahead of him entered sickbay the buzz of voices and the trilling of tricorders filled the corridor. When Sorra caught up he was presented with a heartening view. It was a flurry of activity, new crew and medical offers busily conversing, taking readings, and updating medical histories. The shipyard had always been busy. With a crew of 2,277 packed into the crowded but sprawling facility, he had become accustomed to bustle and buzz. This was nothing like his previous post but close enough for comfort’s sake.

He stepped to the side to clear the doorway and looked around the room. Somewhere in here was his bunkmate, or at least he assumed so. In the brief time he was in his quarters he had noticed that his bunkmate’s luggage was already sitting half in and out of the doorway to his room. All he really knew was that he was a human named Peter Jadaszewski. Just thinking about pronouncing that name made him anxious. Thank goodness for universal translators.

He waited as the three crewmen ahead of him were taken to biobeds to be scanned. Shortly thereafter the lieutenant who he had followed here hopped down from the bed and made his way out through the small crowd around the doors. The medical officer at the empty biobed caught Sorra’s eye and motioned him over. He walked over and sat down on the biobed. He handed them the padd he’d been carrying. “Ensign Sorra Narssu, Engineering. Here are my medical records.” His voice was what a human might call baritone, with the characteristic hum of the Saurian secondary vocal cords giving it an almost electronic quality.

Ensign Narssu
Engineering