<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Ares_Walker.png) </div><strong>Name:</strong>Ares Walker (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Ares_Walker)<strong><br/>Location: </strong>Arriving by Turbolift<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Open<br/><br/>While Ares had agreed with the Captain that a visit to Sickbay was in order, he would have been disingenuous in stating he agreed fully with her intent. He had no intention himself of spending several hours under the prodding of a doctor, not when amongst his own credentials he held a medical degree. Starfleet did not consider it a degree in good standing, mind you. Something about it being issued by the Orion Free Traders. He was versed enough in physiology and medicine despite the spurious nature of the degree, and conversant in what Starfleet looks for, that he could leave enough data for a doctor to infer what they need from the scans he was actually there to conduct.<br/><br/>Though the line was often nebulous, and the CMO, rather than himself, held more power in that she could strip the Captain of command, he outranked and was technically the head of the department when it came to Medical. He was glad to let Lieutenant Loni hold unimpeded domain in Sickbay and with the health of the crew, so long as paperwork was filed, but being section head he would exercise certain privilege. In this case, access to scanning equipment. Until such time as the Captain deemed it appropriate to review and approve his modified lab, the Sickbay had the best diagnostic suite on ship for certain kinds of scans. Scans like mapping a persons neuro-cortex, for example. The neuro-cortex in question being his own. Well, neuro-cortex and nervous system. He could not be sure the extent of what he was mapping until it began.<br/><br/>Ares arrived on deck by turbolift directly from the bridge, and made the short walk to Sickbay without much in the way on interaction. His predilection for wearing civilian garb during working hours still drew a few stares, but he paid them no mind. Starfleet uniforms never did seem to fit quite right, and in his capacity during the war they had been eschewed for safety reasons. He simply was not in the habit of wearing one.<br/><br/>He made no fanfare of his arrival to Sickbay, nor any inquiry as to where anyone was. He simply inquired as to the status of a nurse, and finding her free he asked if the imaging bay was in use. When he found it to be open, he asked her to prepare it for him. While the nurse went about the tasking, he entered the bay and arranged several monitors so that he had them in his line of sight while being scanned. He moved a control interface within reach, and then began to strip. While the scanners would be able to image regardless of his dressed state, he found their resolution tended to suffer when a subject was clothed.