Hi there, apologies for the delay, but here, at long last, is the second episode from Star Trek: Daedalus. Please enjoy USS Daedalus, Galaxy Class, NCC-74310 Sickbay, January 24, 2376, 0800 hours “You are a science officer, representative of the finest education this organization has to offer, and you had forgotten about Newton's second law of motion?” James Maxwell, ship's chief medical officer, scolded as he looked down at the prone Caitian cadet on the biobed, though his tone was mostly of disbelief rather than any sort of scolding. Keli H'Lanna looked nervously to her crushed hand as the doctor slowly mended each tendon, muscle, and bone with his dermal regenerator. “I know, I know, I forgot that momentum was focused on mass, not weight.” she admitted fully. “And that I never should have tried to stop that box in the micro gravity cargo bay.” She was, thankfully, the only negative incident to occur during the entire aid mission to Cardassia Prime, considering the potential danger that stood from piracy and civil unrest. The security provided by the Daedalus ensured that nothing happened to any of the freighters or engineers that assisted in the building efforts. “And just what were you doing playing catch with a 200 kilograms of replicator stock?” Medical Technician Z7 Red joked as she replicated a new uniform top for the cadet. Z7 was a member of an insectoid species called the Nasat, whom were noted for their thick, pillbug-like bodies. “I'd have expected some engineer or security grunt to pull that sort of stunt, but you science officers don't seem to be the physical type.” “Easy, Zee...” Maxwell smiled as he manipulated his dermal regenerator, carefully tracing it over the bruised fingers. “She is just a cadet, she doesn't have the experience working in low gravity environments. Call it a lesson taught in hard knocks 101, something you can only learn with experience.” H'Lanna slunk a bit into the biobed, quite embarrassed as she stared up to the ceiling, trying hard not to flex her numb hand as the doctor performed the surgery. “I was just trying to keep up with the rest of the crew when someone slid me that box,” she admitted. “And I tried to stop it with my hand instead of my forklift. I shouldn't have even been there, but Polera wanted all hands to help, and it beats the heck out of staying in my room.” “Too bad you'll be staying in your quarters the rest of the day. Doctor's Orders.” Maxwell ordered as he put the cap on his dermal regenerator, politely taking another instrument from the tray Z7 held. “I don't want you to do any work with that hand for the rest of the day. No typing, no lifting. Understand?” “Yes sir... “ she spoke in a defeated, soft tone. And just as H'Lanna thought things couldn't have gotten worse, someone dressed in a faded, scuffed up brown leather jacket and black civilian slacks drifted into view. She'd think him to be some officer's husband or a civilian on contract if it weren't for that Starfleet badge and four bronze dots on his collar... of all the people to see her in this state, it had to be the captain. “So this is the girl who turned her hand into hamburger!” he joked as he walked up to her side. “They say you howled loud enough to hear you from Ten Forward! Glad to see you you weren't as hurt as some of the rumors suggested.” “And what makes you so curious about her, Christopher?” Maxwell asked as he used his osteogenic stimulator to finalize the bone repairs. “It was nothing serious thankfully, just a crushed hand.” The captain took a moment to study the Caitian, eying the cadet's gray uniform, her golden-yellow body fur in particular. “I just wanted to see the Caitian that we have aboard, they aren't too common around these parts.” he explained before looking down to H'Lanna. “You should be thankful for Dr. Maxwell here, he was part of the team that helped double your species' lifespans.” “Trickle-down medicine at its finest...” H'Lanna muttered under her breath. Her race was a member of the United Federation of Planets for over a hundred years, and had only just begun to benefit from Starfleet Medical's talent in genetics and life-extension in the past 20 years. “Sir... I'm sorry that you had to see me like this, I'm not normally this clumsy.” “I'm sure Theleth will be relieved to hear that when he gives you your Phaser certification test in a few weeks.” the captain smirked, before looking up to Maxwell. “As for you, doctor, I was curious if I could borrow you for a few minutes. I would have paged you, but you were on the way to the bridge. You do know you're a senior officer now, right? And I don't mean your age, old man.” “I haven't been a senior officer in over twenty years, Christopher, and meetings aren't one of the things I miss about the job.” he insisted. “but I might as well sit in and earn my keep on this ship. Zee, can you discharge this patient for me?” He asked politely of the insectoid. “Sure thing, boss.” she hissed playfully as she handed H'Lanna her uniform top. “And little one, I'd suggest you get a Safe Working in Low-Gravity Environments primer from your nearest crewman. I swear, some of those guys get a month's worth of work-study before being given a uniform, but I see them coming in less then a tenth of a time that I see officers coming in. All brains, no common sense, the lot of you!” “Oh, har har...” she whimpered, closing her eyes as she shifted her legs over the end of the bed, sitting upright so she can tuck her uniform in. “Can I just get out of here?” she asked as she watched Mackenzie and Maxwell leave. “I feel like I'm on display in here.” Red grabbed a nearby PADD and haste-fully tapped in a few figures. “Well, cadet, you're free for now, you heard the doc's orders, take it easy on your hand.” “I plan on it, ma'am.” she insisted with a polite nod.