Toren found his way around the Olympic easily, the layout coming back to him as soon as he had stepped aboard. The faces were different though; he wondered if any of his old crewmates were still board. Three years was a long time in Starfleet, the old crew could still be here, or they could be scattered like dust to all corners of the Federation. Toren supposed he find out one way or the other soon enough.

He approached the Sick Bay and went inside, was the layout different? He didn’t think so, but he’d seen so many Sick Bays over the last three years that it was hard to remember for sure.

“Ensign Nalar, reporting for physical”

Ensign Nalar