The Medbay

The doors to the medbay are double-wide. After entering them, you turn around and look back at the entrance. Above the door is lettering in a foreign script.

"It is Ancient Greek, from the Hippocratic Oath. It says, 'First, do no harm.'"

Rahm shows you a breakroom, which has a table and chairs, and diagrams on the wall of different species' anatomy and sesorial structures. They're quite artistically done, not exactly textbook dry and scientific, unless your textbooks were interesting.

The medbay is vast. It is a medical ship, after all. You pass by doors to numerous wards, all labelled in stencilled lettering in Fed. Standard - things like 'general,' 'palliative,' 'intensive care,' 'post-operative,' 'neurology,' 'oncology,' 'urology,' 'infectious disease.' None of them open as you pass them. This isn't just a response vessel that can beam down help to other places - it can function as a full hospital ship.

After awhile, an elderly Aenar officer in similar uniform to your guide, but without a thermal undershirt, and with a second gold pip that marks him as a Lieutenant Commander, makes his way slowly over. He waves in your direction.

"Who's this?" She smiles. "Whoever you are, it's nice to meet you."

You introduce yourself, and he introduces himself in turn - he is the chief counselor of Kol-Ut-Shan. Xe offers a hand to shake. Her hand is thin and ice-cold, but somehow both brisk and gentle. Xe is easy to talk to - after a few minutes chatting, he excuses himself and ambles away again, towards a small office.

Rahm watches her leave, their hands folded behind their back. Their expression is unreadable, but their ears are tilted upright, turned in the direction of their retreating supervisor.

Then, they usher you onward.

Back.