#I just made all the stuff about sickbay up because idk anything about sickbay asdfghjkl

[my-timing-is-digital]

Starter for @sayonaradumbass​​

Puzzlement was still etched to the periphery of his synthetic features; the Admiral’s relatively derogatory remark regarding Vulcans, a highly advanced species who were respected across all of Federation space, still occupied his mind as they continued their itinerary to sickbay. Did the Admiral not serve in tandem with a Vulcan? Had Ambassador Spock’s actions and sentiments dominated the Admiral’s perception — to such an extent that he had drawn a generalisation for all other species that possessed similar attributes? Curious. There were still myriads of facets pertaining to humanity that would take him an eternity to comprehend...

    Despite the numerous queries that where now whirling inside his duranium skull, the android refrained from overwhelming the Admiral, and cancelled the barrage of questions he had been mentally formulating in the last couple of seconds. Instead, he shifted the silence that had proceeded their previous conversation to focus on a different subject matter — a subject matter that might intrigue the Admiral.

    ‘You will discover that the design of the new medical facilities aboard this ship will be to your liking, sir. The facilities have been equipped with the latest technologies. Main sickbay has two intensive care units that can admit four patients per unit, five separate surgical rooms in which major surgeries can be performed, and seven private rooms for patients that require long-term medical care,’ Data enumerated, glancing expectantly at the Admiral, wondering if he approved of the android’s attempt to convey generic information, or that it instigated recollections of his former Vulcan crew member. ‘I believe we are well prepared for the exploratory voyages the Enterprise is expected to...’

    The piercing cry of the alarm systems deflected his attention instantaneously; the rectangular beam incorporated in the walls of the corridor flashed at regular intervals. The light that was emitted from the beam was red. Red. An indication that they were in the midst of an emergency, or that the ship was under attack...

    ‘All hands. Battle stations!’ Commander Riker’s sonorous voice resonated across a ship-wide channel, and within 2 seconds, an external force rocked the Enterprise violently from side to side; judging by the ferocity of the impact, Data inferred that it had been photon torpedoes, and they had hit their marks... The shields.

    ‘Sir, my obligations are on the bridge, but I will escort you to a section of the ship where your survival of this hostile encounter will be highest, statistically speaking,’ the android informed the Admiral stoically. ‘There are quarters situated in the centre of the saucer section, which should accommodate sufficient protection from ballistic hull debris and photon torpedoes. If you would follow me, please...’