(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/54/Li_Mei.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Li Mei Prachalerm, Ship's Doctor</span></span><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Character Sheet</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attributes:<br/>Mental D10<br/>Physical D8<br/>Social D6<br/>Skills (Specialties):<br/>Drive D6<br/>Focus D10 (Calm)<br/>Influence D8<br/>Know  D8 (Medical Knowledge)<br/>Move D6<br/>Notice  D10 (Medical Examination)<br/>Operate D8<br/>Sneak D6<br/>Treat D12 (First Aid)<br/>Trick D6<br/> <br/>Distinctions:<br/>Ship's Doctor D8<br/>Mysterious Past D8<br/>On the Run D8<br/>Signature Assets:<br/>Doctor's Bag D8<br/></div></div><br/>For about the thousandth time Li-Mei was having second thoughts about joining the crew and making her home on a rust bucket space ship. She followed the Captain towards the bar in silence, stiffening when the man came through the window, then relaxing at the realization it was just a hologram. She hated these kinds of places, too often the visits ended with a visit to the ship's infirmary.<br/><br/>Following the Captain's lead, she sat at a table with the rest of the ladies, looking around the bar and waiting. In fact, this place reminded her of the last bar they were in. Clay had told them they were going to visit a “friend”. Li-Mei had waited out front, just like this, and the next thing she knew guns were being pulled. She really didn't remember what happened next, but before she really could tell what was going on, someone had flipped the table and pulled her down behind it.<br/><br/>She also remembered how that last bar visit ended with her having to pull a piece of a shotgun shell out of Clay's backside and really hoped it didn't come to that again. Clay had been almost as much of a pain in the ass for her as the fragment was to him; men were such babies sometimes.<br/><br/>Still, despite her complaints, Clay had given her a place to stay and had never asked many questions about her, and for that she was thankful. Even with the hardships of living in a flying tin can, it was better than having stayed home and... well, no need to dwell on all that. She sat back in her chair and waited, hoping that this time nobody was going to need a bullet pulled out of them.<br/><br/>