<div class="floatright">(http://www.nationalacrobat.com/Gallery/upload/2017/10/09/20171009222928-9fc58bbd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Elijah Henkow<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Ship, Low Port, Emape<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>The only reason he'd bid on this ship was because it had a really good medical and lab bay, something that normally was only found in especially expensive or official government vessels, or in vessels with a questionable history, which this one may have, he didn't know yet. He also didn't know what awaited him when he arrived. He'd heard that he'd been part of the winning bid, and was eager to see the prize. Currently dressed in non-descript clothing, Elijah was intent on not drawing attention to himself. His recent refusal both as a scientist and as a member of the Navy to engage in unethical and immoral research was making him unwelcome in some places, and he was fairly certain that was coming from up on high. His life was not the same ever since his decision to follow an ethical course of action. An outstanding physician and surgeon with few peers, he took the care of patients, no matter their race, creed, gender or social status, seriously, and treated them all the same. The government didn't see it that way however.<br/><br/>When he saw Grendel, his face lit up. A familiar face, a very familiar face at that, and that was a huge relief.<br/><br/>'Greetings everyone' he said, moving up to the entrance to the ship, and placing a hand on it. 'Looks like I'm your doctor' he added. 'Looks like we're partners.'