Medical Bay:<br/><br/>Major Dr. Doniel Oliver Conroa,  usually just Doc Conroa or Doc to the crew, Don Doniel to his friends, no one called him that though so he wasn't sure if he really had any true friends.  He guessed the closest thing was the Ships commander, whom he was on good enough terms to talk frankly with,  not much more though.  To anyone whom he didn't know or work with though he was Major Conroa.  Doc liked being a doctor, he really did, it was the patients he didn't like so much.  He used to like patients. up until the events that had him banished to the Valhalla.  That same incident had gotten him a metal for valor, but the one man he didn't save had very powerful parents who were glad to pin a medal on his chest and then quietly reassign him to the Valhalle to slowly rot away like every other person on the ship.  Because of that he didn't like patients.  He had stopped liking people long before that but that was what sealed the deal, and was the reason that the only people that knew much anything about him were the ones who bothered to dig into his record, which wasn't to many.  It seemed like his exile would finally be over though.  He was being assigned to the Colonial Medical College as an instructor.  That was something he was actually looking forward to. All he had to do was see Valhalle to the end of her finally crews, and do the best to make sure the lovely lady got the send off she deserved.  For him this ship was the only patient he liked, because it never complained or whined, or talked.  She was a good old ship that kind of reminded him of the one he grew up on.  He would almost miss it, almost.  He moved over to the nearest medical locker and stuck his key into the lock.  He sighed when he opened it and started to note down what they were short on, which was everything accept for birth-control and multivitamins.