Lance had found his quarters, he didn’t pay much attention to them, they were literally a place to sleep, keep stuff and get dressed. Lance was rather prone to being focused on things to a point where he could forget the world around him. Some people might consider this a problem, Lance didn’t understand these sorts of people. He was more than looking forward to getting into the lab, being on the same planet and studying the same thing was great but the prospect of lots of different planets was sending him to almost giddy levels of excitement. But before he got to the labs he had jobs to do, he had a list of things to do. And currently top of that list was his boarding medical.

Luckily unlike the space station the Merrimack had deck plans so after only 4 dead ends he found the sick bay. Never his favourite place, it was full of sick people, and always less interesting that his lab.

He enetred the sickbay and looked for anyone who seemed free, spotting someone who looked like they weren’t already involved with something else. “Err Good afternoon, I believe I’m ment to see someone about a boarding medical?” he asked.

-Lt Malone