Undercove with obstacles... || CLOSED
This was seriously worse than anything he had done before, or was forced to do before. Why was he even assigned for that? He was the goddamn Chief Medical Officer, why did he had to do a damn undercover mission? Besides, he really didn't had any knowledge in spying or whatsoever they had to do there. Plus, he had to do this job with a bloody artifical intelligence. He hardly understood those robots, and he prerferably didn't even want to, but being ordered to do a job with them was really nagging at his nerves. Let alone having to get to this stupid planet with a goddamn shuttle. Because they obviously couldn't effort being detected as members of the Federation of Planets, and with beaming them down by entering this fucking zone, it obviously led towards exactly this conclusion.
Currently dressed into the clothes of a black-market profiteer, McCoy sighed visibly annoyed at the whole situation. God, why did he always risk his life for his reckless Captain? Ah, yes; friends. More or less. This job was exhausting, to be honest, and Bones was so close to just shout at everyone coming near him. Nevertheless, he now simply climbed into the shuttle, which was terribly close common to a real smuggler ship, and he started to investigate the controlls of it, as well as the entire ship for hidden mechanisms, weapons or whatsoever. As if he had a real knowledge about these things...