<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/qmdygUQ.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>: Dr. Khal'vanas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15044404#msg15044404)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>USS Avenger</em>> Sickbay > Chief Medical Officer's Lab and Office<br/><br/><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Control 10 | Daring 8 | Fitness 8 | Insight 10 | Presence 10 | Reason 10<br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Command 3 | Conn 1 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 5 | Science 4 | Security 1<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Deltan Pheromones, Empath, Field Medicine, Quick Study<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Khal'vanas chuckled pleasantly, shaking his bald head just so. "<strong>There's nothing wrong with that, Nurse Croyle. When you're easy to please, you're <em>hard</em> to <em>disappoint</em>. There are few strengths greater than that, truth be told, however undervalued the virtue may be.</strong>" It was right about then that it became clear to him that the vessel was disengaging with the station, and that they were about to get underway. Inertial dampening meant that he didn't physically feel it, but he<em>felt</em>it all the same. Whether through dent of his experience in traveling space, or through his telepathic empathy, which perhaps simply picked up on the vague excitement of the ship's crew taking off, he did not know. Regardless, the doctor looked up towards the decks above, as though he might see out into the void of space itself, and blinked curiously. "<strong>Ah, but it appears we are underway.</strong>"<br/><br/>As though to confirm his enigmatic statement, his communicator chimed, and he remove it from his pocket to hear the Communications Officer informing him that they had indeed left port and that he was to be present in the main conference room for a 1000 mission brief with the rest of the ship's leadership team. He affirmed that he would be there, then returned the communicator to his pocket with a smile at Nurse Croyle.<br/><br/>"<strong>Sounds like I'd better get ready. I'll leave you to your work here, Nurse: Once more, though, I'm looking forward to working with you!</strong>"<br/><br/>With the introductions completed, and a few pleasantries exchanged, Khal'vanas departed the Intensive Care Unit (barring any questions or final words from Nurse Croyle) and made his way down the passageway to his own office and laboratory two rooms down. He needed to get a few things from his office so that he'd be prepared to brief the Captain on the status of the medical program; and, besides, he wanted to check on his animals to make sure that they were all delivered--not that there was anything he could do about it now if they were not, of course. He doubted that the Captain would turn the ship around for some misplaced Palamarian sea urchins or a terrarium full of Aldebaran mud leeches.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, it was comforting for the doctor to find himself in his lab and office, physically and mentally orienting himself to the surroundings in which he'd be spending a significant portion of his time while he lived aboard the ship. Once he'd done a heads (and sometimes tails) count of his animals, and fed those that were in need of feeding, he lightly walked into his office and began preparing things for the meeting. Every now and again eyeing the time to ensure that he'd leave with enough time to find his way to the meeting room.