Flint started to proceed to check in with sickbay, he wanted to get his medical out of the way.

His background was in small and confined spaces, working with minimal equipment to get the job done, somehow he didn’t want it to come across as a problem.

Still getting accustomed to the ship, he pressed the dull screen on the wall in front of him, it came to life, he selected directions to sickbay and with that, the lights and a path lit up around him.

Noticing how quiet it was on the ship gave him a sense of how big it may be, many were away on leave and it gave the halls an eerie feeling, he had only passed two additional crew members, head in PADDs while following the signs.

He reached the main entrance and proceeded to enter.

The doors to Sickbay opened, catching Selara’s attention. “Hello! I’m Dr. Selara, what can I help you with?”

Locke smiled towards the doctor. In his travels, he had never met a Denobulan face to face before.

“I’m Ensign Flint Locke, I was hoping to be able to get my medical all ticked off…” he said

“Ah yes, I heard we’d be having some new arrivals,” she checked her PADD. “Yes, here you are Ensign. Please have a seat,” she gestured to the nearby biobed.

Flint walked over to the seat he was gestured to and sat down, placing his bag from his shoulder onto the floor next to him, he had forgotten to drop this off in the haste on the route.

“Flint… Locke, that’s an interesting name,” She opened a tricorder and removed the probe, “Your parents were history buffs, were they?” Selara moved the probe about Flint’s body.

“Engineers,” he said back, catching the flicker of the probe’s red light as it moved over his head. “My mother mainly was in weapon systems, it’s where I got my passion for carrying on the ‘create it, fix it’ vibe.”

“Ah,” Selara replied, working the probe and watching the tricorder’s readout. “I’m sure they have a mix of pride and thankfulness that you carried on their legacy. It does have the disadvantage of having your path carved out for you.”

“I see the ship seems quiet, I imagine it’s nice to have the time to catch up.”

Nodding, Selara finished her final pass with the probe. “The rest certainly is nice. We had back-to-back missions. Doing so wears on the crew.” She looked around Sickbay and took it all in. “I think I enjoy the after-mission work more. I get a chance to heal things that were broken. I’m a lot like an engineer in that respect,” she smiled. “I do well in emergencies, but it’s easier to work when things aren’t blowing up around you,” Selara chuckled.

Flint recoiled at the thought of a full-blown emergency on the ship, he knows too well what it can be like.

Selara replaced the probe and waited for the final analysis. “This isn’t your first posting,” it was more a statement than a question. “I read that in your file. Another one of our new arrivals also served on the Callisto.” She wrinkled her brow in thought. “For the life of me, I can’t remember their name.”

“That’s right, Lt Martel,” he replied.

His background with the officer never came close. He had heard of the name “Badger” floating around during the Callisto posting, and he was hoping to catch up with him when the time presented itself.

Before she could respond, the PADD beeped. Selara picked it up and reviewed the analysis. “Well, Mr. Locke you are in great health. Your sodium is a bit low, but a week of a daily electrolyte drink should bring it up.” She smiled, “Welcome to the Valkyrie, I look forward to seeing you around the ship.”

Flint was relieved to hear the chime of a good pass in health, he always tried his best to keep in shape, even around his hectic lifestyle in any place.

“That’s great, thank you,” he said.

Flint stood up from the bed and grabbed his bag, heading for the door. He could already see the doctor was embedded in her next task, and he didn’t want to bother her too much. The door hissed when it opened, and he headed off.