<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><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 offered a brief thought, when it was asked who they might approach on diplomatic grounds. "<strong>Assuming they do not fire upon us immediately, I suspect that just about any stranger we run into can be turned into a friend?</strong>" Nevertheless, he followed up his hopeful words by confirming that he would do as the Captain commanded. "<strong>But I'll see to it that everyone who has not had a physical and, or, who has not been profiled in the medical database is scheduled for an appointment within the next thirty days. And I'll be happy to work with Commander McFadden with concerns to possible allies. While I am no trained diplomat, my species <em>is</em> quite capable at making friends thanks to certain... advantages we are born with.</strong>"<br/><br/>Shortly after that, the group was dismissed and the day to day business of running and operating a starship became a part of everyone's lives...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>[<em>Several weeks later...</em>]<br/><br/>"<strong>I'm telling you, Ensign, you really do need to stop pushing yourself so hard in the weight room. Do you see this here?</strong>" Khal'vanas had easily settled into his role in the months since that first staff meeting. While he had wished for boredom, he'd been anything but idle. His staff was running smoothly, all of them nurses and medical techs except for himself (but all skilled at what they did), and the crew was largely healthy. Except that they always had<em>something</em>going on, whether it was a headache, or they couldn't sleep, or... or this. The doctor was waving vaguely at a console, where Ensign Travis White's muscular system was on proud display. "<strong>This here, and here? This is torn muscle fiber. You <em>need</em> to let your muscles recover after suffering serious muscle strain. <em>This time</em>, 'two weeks rest' <em>really means</em> two weeks rest, understood? No heavy lifting. Not even on the job. If your commander has an issue with it, show them this note or send them to me.</strong>"<br/><br/>They were minor problems, all in all, and for that he was glad. He knew they were going somewhere that carried high risk, so he suspected he'd be dealing with trauma and life emergencies soon enough, whether he wished it or not. For the time being, he was happy to deal with minor injuries and personal health issues. In the meantime, as he worked, he was unaware of the fact that they were so close to the FDR Facility. He, of course,<em>knew</em>that they would pass it, as it had been mentioned in previous briefings, but he did not know that they were so near it now. He had been occupied all morning with appointments.