<Lt. Cmdr. Max Mortimer, Starbase 336>

Entering a 'Starfleet Personnel Only' turbolift, Mortimer was pleased to find it empty.

I've got to do something about this arm. It's embarrassing having to leave this sleeve dangling like this. A Pakled just shook it thinking it was some kind of tentacle.

"Recreation Level"

It'll be good to finally find an unused holosuite. The few we have on the Lafayette are always in use, but this station is supposed to have sixty on one level.

The TL arrives, and the doors open on to a single huge room constructed from a single level near the top of the starbase, dedicated completely to recreational use. Side rooms house holosuites and gaming rooms.

The level is crowded full of Ferengi.

"Ughhhh!", Mortimer exclaims, as the nearest Ferengi crowd turn to face the new arrival.

"Close doors!"

The turbolift doors slam shut, giving him a few seconds to recover from the shock.

It isn't as if it was the first time I'd seen one of the ugly things, but i've never seen so many in one place before.

"Lafayette to Lt. Cmdr. Mortimer. You have a message flagged as priority"

I always knew that Email notification program would be a nuisance. Oh hell - it's probably McCarthy summoning me to a court-martial

"Computer, display my mailbox on the turbolift display screen"

Sifting through the 'urgent' and 'important' messages, he finally locates the 'priority' message.

Yes!!!! He's finished it!

"Computer, transmit the attached plans to Starbase Medlab, and ask them to prepare the device for me, and... er.. I'd like to prepare a program....."

A few minutes later.
"Clear screen"

"Medlab"

The turbolift arrives at the Starbase medical facility. Mortimer eagerly bounces out of the Turbolift, narrowly missing knocking over an ensign on crutches, and into Medlab reception.

"Nurse, I'm Lt. Cmdr. Mortimer from the Lafayette, you should have just received some plans for my new arm. This needs to be dealt with as a starfleet priority. Can anybody fit it for me now?"

As the nurse turns to her desktop terminal, Mortimer taps his comm badge and whispers "computer. run program Mortimer seven" The pre-prepared program activates the starfleet-intelligence security-level-seven subprocessor on the Lafayette, which accesses the Starbase computer and re-schedules the Medlab appointment list in a matter of milliseconds.

"Yes, sir, theres actually a medical officer free right now. You can go straight through"

"Thank you."