Tucked in the quiet confines of the medical quarters, Adrian was busy taking the first samples of DNA out of some dated machine that was part of the ship's complement of medical equipment.  When the man first laid eyes on the room, he nearly had a stroke from the condition of it.  It had looked more like a storage room than a working infirmary which he set to rights as soon as he had the chance.  By the end of the first day, the hydroponics bay was not the only organized room in the ship.<br/><br/>He would have liked an actual assignment where he was gathering tissue samples from some unknown species on a newly discovered planet, but it seemed that when his contact said 'fully equipped science vessel,' he meant rickety old junker with a crew of misfits.  He shouldn't be that hard on them though.  Most of them seemed nice enough, and nearly all of them complied when he insisted that he take a DNA sample from each of them.  A couple had to be coerced with a tale or two of alien bacteria which can resequence DNA or parasites which can hitch a ride inside your cells and do what they wish with your tissues.<br/><br/>The samples he had taken were being analyzed now, and he would have been finished except the machinery was a bit outdated.  He was not able to analyze them all at once nor as fast as he could back in his own lab on Earth.  Setting the first set of analyzed samples in a holding container, he took the final specimens and fitted them into the machine where he began the process again.  Hopefully they'd be done within the hour though with the condition of this ship, nothing was guaranteed.<br/><br/>There wasn't really much to be done for a while within the small, sterile room, so he figured he might see what the others were up to.  Adrian left the medical quarters, white coat billowing slightly as he walked.  His black jumpsuit clung to his form perfectly which allowed freedom of movement.  He knew going into this position that much would be unknown, so he packed for the occasion.  The black suit provided some protection, and hidden under the white coat was the razor sharp custom made dagger gifted by a friend on one of his first missions.  The curved blade sat long and deadly in the sheath on his thigh where he could get to it at a moments notice.<br/><br/>Adrian walked into the galley to find Adam and Risa in the middle of cooking some concoction made of herbs and eggs.  "<strong>Making anything tasty</strong>?"