<strong>Dr. August Carrino<br/>Mess Hall, RI <em>Swallow</em><br/>Low Orbit over Planet Sepik (SK01-PROS-01)</strong><br/><br/>"Ohh, so you're a military medic.  I probably should have figured that out on my own."<br/><br/>Most trips involving Cyro had at least one medic, a specialized nurse who flew with the crew and supervised the thawing passengers.  They were usually a company employee, but there were military folks on this flight, so apparently Castor was pulling double duty.<br/><br/>Their walk to the mess hall was a short one.  By the time they reached the rectangular room with two tables running down the center, large by spaceship standards, Castor had already replied and asked her own question.  "I plan on staying on Sepik for as long as it takes to collect samples and run some assays.  I can do most of the tests in a proper lab, but some of them need to be done before the animal is taken off-world.  It probably should take no more than a month or two, hopefully, and then I'll be off to somewhere new.  So, to answer you're question, I'm the proverbial leaf on the solar winds.  So long as I keep fulfilling my grant goals corporate will keep paying me, and beyond that they couldn't care less where I go."<br/><br/>While he spoke, Gus grabbed some of the Cyro-green, making a face as the slop plopped unappetizingly into the bowl.  "I've tagged along on a few repair flights before.  Most of the time they don't have the armed escort."  Gus took a seat at the end of the closest table, stirring the Cyro-green with his spoon.  When Castor joined him, he'd look up and ask, "Are we expecting trouble planetside?"