Routine Checkup

Posted on Fri Oct 16th, 2026 @ 1:13am by Lieutenant Jarec Thul & Lieutenant Commander Owen Saelwyn
Edited on on Fri Oct 16th, 2026 @ 3:20pm

1,147 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 1: Maiden Voyage
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: December 16, 2380

Jarec exited the turbolift and made his way down the corridor. As he walked he checked the PADD in his hand. They were having problems with the replicators on deck 12 and he was checking on the status of the diagnostics that were being run. So far most of the quarters affected were unoccupied, but the random production of food items was causing issues for the crew assigned to check and clean them. They couldn’t turn them off, or else they wouldn’t know if they were fixed.

Unhappy with the lack of results for far, Jarec shook his head as he approached the doors to sickbay. Stepping inside as they parted, his eyes moved across the interior, looking for medical staff.

Owen heard the Sickbay doors open; he’d been in his office with the door open, reading through crew files in preparation for their arrival. Standing, he moved out of his office and into the main sickbay, glancing in the direction of the newcomer. “Hello.” Giving the officer a quick once-over, visually scanning for injuries, he offered a smile. “What can I do for you?”

The Cardassian turned toward the voice, “Yes. Maybe? I was told I need to report to sickbay for my official intake exam. I have pushed it off as long as I could, unfortunately, my hands are tied until my diagnostic routine finishes."

With a laugh, Owen motioned to a biobed. “We’ll get you squared away then. I can promise it won’t take long.” Gathering a tricorder, he waited. “I’m Owen Saelwyn. You must be Lieutenant Thul? I was just going through personnel files and making a list of who to contact for physicals.”

Jarec nodded; “Indeed, I am. Lieutenant Jarec Thul. Starfleet’s first Cardassian officer.” He walked over to the biobed and climbed onto it. Feet dangling over the side as he set the PADD beside him, eyes moving to it for any hopes of an update. Frowning as it showed it was still compiling data. “If I had the problems I’m having now on a Cardassian ship, we would just rip out the bad components and replace them.”

Owen activated the biobed and set it to work while he took manual scans as well, “What problems are we having? Why can’t we pull them out and replace them? Need me to break them so that they have to be replaced?”

“A section’s worth of replicators on deck twelve are producing random items on their own. I’ve been fighting with it since I came onboard. If those quarters weren’t going to be occupied in the near future, we would just turn them off. If we do that, we won’t know if we’ve fixed the problem. Is the problem in the replicator itself? The computer? Some invisible and intangible being playing tricks on us? We can’t tell yet. If it is in the computer, replacing them won’t do much.” Jarec said with just a hint of complaint.

With a soft snort, Owen shook his head. “Don’t think that’s something I can break and blame on my size and clumsiness.” With a grin, he continued his scans. Finally setting the tricorder down and let it sync with the data from the biobed. “Medically, things look as they should. I won’t lie, though; I haven’t fully read your medical history yet. Is there anything that I should know? Allergies, injuries that still cause you pain, anything else really?”

“I’m still taking a daily prescription for my lungs. I was exposed to hard vacuum during the war; explosive decompression isn’t something I recommend experiencing. Just the usual aches and pains from being blown up twice during the war, too. Other than that, nothing extensive or concerning.” The Cardassian shrugged slightly. It was quite obvious what side of the war he had participated in.

Owen nodded, “I want you to let me know if you start running low, just so I can make sure I’ve got more on hand for you.” Tapping a few notes into the beside computer, “We’ll do a full recheck on your lungs sometime in the next couple of weeks, after I’ve had a chance to compare today's scans with your last ones.” He paused, considering their options for a moment. “Where are the worst of the aches and pains? Perhaps we can find a way to alleviate them.”

“I believe the Earth-based term for it is arthuritis. I experienced a variety of injuries as I bounced toward the dark void of space. Fractures, broken bones. Inhalation damaged my lungs after they were fixed from the exposure to vacuum. Left arm, left leg. Elbow, wrist, knee and ankle all.” Jarec winced slightly as he described it.

Owen nodded, picking up the tricorder again and running a few more detailed scans of the mentioned areas. “There might be some things we can try. Removing the damaged cartilage and regenerating it. I’d suggest that if you want to go that route, we start with a small area first.” Setting the tricorder down again, he stepped back. “Nothing that has to be decided today; I’ll do some research and see what I can put together for you.”

“I can say, without any hesitation or doubt, that Starfleet medicine is exceptionally better than what I have experienced in the Cardassian Union.” Jarec said with a humorless laugh. “I’ll definitely come back for any and all help I can get.”

“I’ll send you a message when I’ve got an idea put together.” Owen tapped over the console once again, making sure everything was in order. “And if those replicators start spitting out cinnamon rolls, give me a call; I’ll take care to properly dispose of them.”

“Only if you can medically replicate whatever metabolism you have.” Jarec’s laugh had a fair bit of mirth this time. “Once you do that, I’ll call you for the cinnamon rolls. Are we done here?”

“Oh, we will just have to go for a nice long run after…” Owen laughed as well, then nodded. “You’re free to go; hopefully your diagnostics are nearly done for you.”

Jarec checked the PADD as he slid off of the biobed. Hissing in annoyance, “No. They are not. I’ll see you around, Doctor Saelwyn.”

“See you around, Lieutenant.” Owen reset the biobed and then headed back to his office to begin coming up with a treatment plan.

 

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