Abida arrived at the medical deck, remembering easily the way she came. One of the few things that did separate the humans of Akkad from the rest of humanity was the genetic modifications done over the eons, memory improvement being chief among them. Her dark emerald eyes surveyed her little fiefdom with pride and glee. The apothecaries kitchen, the hospital, all of it in tip top shape. She walked at a fast clip to the medical kitchen, where instrument upon device upon tube upon beaker upon all manner of scientific apparatus sat. Half the devices being things she added to the kitchen. The great technological addition her people brought to the Imperium after all was bio-tech and health knowledge.<br/><br/>As Abida checked the hospital beds and passed by an the entrance to the chapel, sparing only brief moments to peer inside. The sight of it was at one moment wondrous and at another seemingly wasteful. It was unlike any sort of shrine or temple she was used to, the vaulted ceilings, the golden ritual objects, the stained glass and ornamentation seemed almost over the top to Abida. Religion on Akkad tended to be more ascetic, more simple and less ornamented.She shrugged and passed it by fairly quickly and went back into the kitchen. Who was she to judge? Perhaps the Imperium had a flair for the extravagant? After all the captain adorned her petite body with a dazzling array of colors and clothing.<br/><br/>Much of Abidas body was quickly covered, her smooth dark olive hands were quickly covered by black rubber gloves. Her body itself was adorned with a white coat, and her emerald eyes masked by goggles of powder blue lenses. Abida smiled, as the instruments fired to life, many producing a strange and eerie green glow. The light reflecting off her mocha skin, producing a green tint upon the young woman.<br/><br/>She then switched on a small box, pressing the button with her nimble pointer finger. Suddenly music burst from the speakers, filling the kitchen with<a class="externalLink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r40nvVp3p2k" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">music from her homeworld</a>. The beats, rhythmic tunes and instruments echoed throughout the medical ward. Abida seemed to work as if dancing, mixing various powders, compounds and creating all manner of pill, drug and injection anyone aboard the ship could ever need. As time passed the shelves of medicine was quickly being filled, anything and everything was placed in the ships stockpile. Her black bobbed hair jostling to the beat of her music as she would at times break to dance, her music echoing throughout the medical ward.<br/><br/>As Abida worked she also seemed to have a side project. She filled a backpack like device with a peculiar substance. The backpack connected to some sort of gun via a tube, and it connected to the arm piece of a peculiar sort of armor that appeared to be a hybrid of standard Imperium design and and many additions and modifications based on Akkad bio-technology. Though it could be a stylistically different model, made to look more uniform to Imperium designs but the same carapaces used by the Akkadi before contact was made. She tweaked the armor carapace a few times, stocked something, cook up something in the kitchen, place it on a shelf, and on and on she worked. When she finished medical things they went on the shelf, when armor was tweaked she placed it on a shining steal table.<br/><br/>On occasion she braked for water and danced to the rhythm. A lower level medical officer would ask for help, or a patient on a bed would need an injection, and Abida would oblige. Almost like a darker devil she emerged from the kitchen, the cheery music offered a pleasant background, and Abida herself with her slender lithe body, clutching a ghastly syringe to prick a patent with seconds of pain... followed by relieving ecstasy. The juxtaposition of those things may have seemed comical, it even made Abida smile.<br/><br/>She didn't know much about the ships politick or where she stood in it. The captain seemed to take a shine to her, and the Sister was kind enough to even hold her hand. Perhaps she would have only a sisterhood of friends to confide in. Which seemed to work for her, the Battle Sister as she was called was a strong person that Abida knew she could count on. And the Captain is the boss, the ultimate person she had to do good for.<br/><br/><b>((TL.DR, Abida has put on some music in the medical ward, she is cooking medicine in the kitchen and working on her peculiar armor and weapons. Also considers the Sister and the Captain to be people she can trust to some extent...<br/>
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Also hope it is okay I linked to a youtube video for the music part.))</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>