Ricor Messman
"Messman here, on my way," the captain replied. To those around him: "Whichever one of you lot's supposed to oversee things, you've got the bridge now. If you make a mess after I leave, clean it up before I'm back."
At the door however, he turned and hastened back to his command chair. How was he supposed to know every bunk on the barge by heart? But technology was a beautiful thing, and twenty seconds of pad manipulation later the computer spit out a number for him.
With that, it was a simple journey to the elevator and Deck 2, followed by a stroll through the corridors. The sight of the ancient passages made his hands itch; there were chipped, scratched and dented panels, rattling grids covering air inlets, even bundles of wiring poking through in forsaken corners. No real dangers or challenges, of course. Maintenance had seen to that. Still, it was labour far more appealing than that of captaining a ship.
Not long after receiving the summons, Ricor stood outside the CMO's chambers.
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