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Jack led them up through the forward companion to a room with a rubberized floor. Looking about Stephen saw exercise equipment, and he was not surprised to hear Jack say that this was the crew’s gym. Two men worked with free weights, and after a moment another jogged by on a track that looped through the space before leading aft through the port and starboard gangways.
“Forward is sickbay,” said Jack, “see how the sill of the hatchway drops when I open the hatch? Even if they’re very weak they can get through. You have an office through here - everything’s on their ID card, of course, with local copies on the medical office computer. You can also print off a new card for visitors and members of other services, there should be a printer here somewhere. Yes,” he said after a moment’s looking about, “over there below the monitor.”
Jack also showed Stephen the exam room and the four-bed infirmary, whose equipment was a generation or two back, but serviceable. “Any of the crew who were confined to the infirmary were discharged when Roth made port,” he explained as he led them aft out of the medical suite, through the gym to the companion. “Up again is just the various store rooms and such, the machinery space for the nose ring, and guns one and two, so we won’t stop. Oh, and the sensor electronics bay is in there too, but we’ll go up another level to the hangar.
“This is the control booth, you see. Through the window they have full view of everything going on in the hangar itself, just forward. The deck officer sits on the left and the airspace manager on the right.”
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