The Voyages of the U.S.S. Warhammer » Places

         Atan stood as Kerstin left. An interesting person to be sure. Despite the misgivings on her official report, she was a good person, that he could tell. Reckless and disobedient at times, but skilled at what she did. Certainly a better doctor than he was. Atan was simply a medical officer, in charge of directing the care of the ship's crew. He did not have much experience treating people themselves, especially those of different physiology.

Walking out of the medical room, he stepped into the Turbolift as it returned and headed over to his room, leaning on the staff along the way. He probably could have found something to relieve the pain in his leg at the medical bay, but what served well for humans might not work for him. Exiting the small pod, he strode over to his residence and unlocked the room. Leaning the spear against the wall, he closed the door and found his medical supplies. Extracting a hypodermic needle and medical fluid, he injected his leg with the substance. The pain was quickly swept away.

Leaning back, he proceeded to use one of the strategy combat sims installed on his data pad, refreshing his skills however much he disliked them.