<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>Gohature Medical and Research Facilty<br/><strong>Time (if Needed):</strong>Sometime Ago<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chraenta Grendel Ripli<br/><hr/><br/>He wasn't sure how many days it had been. Weeks maybe. He'd left, his former position gone, his colleagues all told to forget him and to disregard his research and his name. They'd paid him well, but that was little consolation. Many of his colleagues would trade their pride and morals for a chance to work on projects and research that were questionable at best, sadistic and cruel at the worst. That was not him.<br/><br/>He'd boarded a few ships, and made a few jumps to get the distance he needed.<br/><br/>He'd lost track of where he'd gone, but he'd managed to send out several encrypted messages to those he'd stricken from the records, hoping to save them from torture and death, or worse. He'd disembarked, and wasn't entirely sure where he was, or what he was going to do next. The planet was much like his homeworld though, lots of plants and trees.<br/><br/>He stopped in a restaurant, to get a meal and a drink and to start to figure out what to do next.