(I feel the need to express that for the sake of avoiding confusing Chronology, all medical exams take place while the Exy was still [i]en route[/i] to Tolron. They're written so that they don't really happen in any particular order, as well, save for a couple)

[b]Gunnos and Shor'Gen Medical Exam[/b]

EXALERUNE MEDICAL BAY, EN ROUTE TO TOLRON

ON BOARD SHIP TIME: 7:00 AM

Unlike the other crewmembers, Shor'Gen had the automatic light systems disabled in his "bunk". Since he had such unique proportions and needs, he took up the Medbay storage area as his sleeping quarters. He hung there, upside down and hanging from some kind of odd, vertical hammock. He'd rearranged the boxes and shelves to make the place more comfortable and make it feel more like a living space. His various Yug'Lonian trinkets and personal effects were organized around the room.

Once the time hit 7:00 AM sharp, however, he stirred.

Waking up, he uncurled himself crawled down from his sleeping hammock. He began preparing the exam chamber for the day. It was their second day en route to Tolron, so a fresh new day of exams were ahead of him! After setting up the exam chamber, and giving enough time for the morning cycle on the ship to get into full swing, he approached the Medbay intercom.

"Security Officer Gunnos Gimga, please report to medbay for your mandatory crew physical."

Gunnos awoke in cold sweat with his head pounding. Groaning, he pushed himself to sit up straight inside his bunk and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Even now, the nightmares got to him sometimes, leaving him anxious and poorly rested. Although he didn’t really want to, he found himself trying to remember the dream. It was vague and quickly fading now. She was there, he knew, as were his father and the terrible frost wurms, but the only thing that truly stuck in his mind was his brother’s haunting grin, his golden tooth gleaming in the dim sun as he...
 
He shook the thoughts from his head and got out of bed. They were still en route to Tolron, so not much work was expected from the security personnel at the time, but he knew he’d be one of the first to get their medical exam, so he had to get ready. In a hurry, he washed off the nightmare sweat and got dressed, before leaving the dorm room just as Shor’gen called for him.
 
After a short walk, he reached the medbay. Despite his lingering distress, he put on his regular smile and jolly attitude, not wanting to put anyone else down by acting grumpy about it. It was his coping mechanism. “Good mornin’ doc. Ye called for me, right? I’m here t’ get my physical,” he said as he entered the medbay.

Shor'Gen was poring over a holographic clipboard when Gunnos arrived. Snapping his head over to him, Shor'Gen nodded. "Yes, I did. I must commend you on your punctuality, Security Officer Gunnos. Please, follow me."

With that, he left the clipboard on a desk, and led the way into the surgery/exam chamber. Lowering the bed so Gunnos could clamber onto it easier, Shor'Gen was quick to begin circling him. "Remove your top, please," he requested, and crawled a bit closer to him. 

"Hmm... I might have to cross reference this with the machinery..." 

He pulled up a holographic display from the table, which was reading Gunnos' biometrics.

"Heart beat shows signs of previous irregularities... Do you have a history of cardiac problems, or any other conditions I might need to worry about?"

Gunnos did what was asked of him, taking off the shirt of his uniform. His chest was broad and burly with muscle and a healthy reserve of fat, and covered with a thick patch of auburn chest hair, as befit a Korrvain. On his back was a large and highly-visible scar that looked like it was made by the claws or teeth of some large animal. He had to admit undressing in front of a creature like Shor’gen was… odd, but he wasn’t as freaked-out by it as many others might be.
 
“No heart problems that I know of. It’s just, well…” He paused for a moment to consider what to say. His heart was indeed in unrest even now, and Shor’gen pointing it out made him awkwardly aware of it. “I had a bad night, that’s all. A bit o’ nighttime anxiety never killed anyone, did it?”

"These night terrors, are they recurrent?" Shor'Gen asked as approached Gunnos to begin the exam proper. He took one of his arms up in his array of pincers, examining with its head. 

He looked back up at him, tendrils swaying idly in the air. He tilted his head curiously, soundsense lightly affected by his denser body. He couldn't see into him with as fine a level of detail as others.

"Usually, it's of no concern, but it always helps to know."

Before Gunnos could answer the question, Shor'Gen spoke up again. 

"Roll your joints. Try to get as much rotation as possible."

Gunnos followed his instruction to roll his joints, starting with his neck, then his shoulders, elbows and wrists. He wasn’t the most flexible man around, but could get a healthy amount of rotation going.
 
“Sort of, yes,” he answered in the meanwhile. He figured it’d be best to be honest about this, though he would do his best to be vague about the content of the dreams. “They’ve been hauntin’ me for a while now. Not as common as they used t’ be, but still rather intense. Nothing that’ll interfere with me work though, I can assure ye that.”
 
He continued by rolling his lower spine, then his hip joints, knees and ankles. Some of them popped when he did, but nothing unhealthy. “Did I get ‘em all?”

Shor'Gen nodded. 

"Your joints are very healthy. I'd go so far as to say you're in top physical form. Muscle and bone-wise, anyways." 

Shor'Gen turned away from Gunnos, and walked over to the head of the table, sliding out a compartment filled with exam tools. He'd stocked it the night before, and prided himself with his preparedness.

He started firing up the many tools, and as he did so, he spoke. 

"I'm going to need you to remove your contacts."

Gunnos raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yer an observant one, t’ notice them so quick.” It was hard to imagine the kind of things that Shor’gen could ‘see’ that he couldn’t. Luckily, there was one thing that he, assumedly, wouldn’t see.
 
“Excuse the question, doc,” he said as he lifted his eyelid and took out the first lens, somewhat clumsily due to doing it so infrequently. “but can yer race see colours as well, or only shape?” The other brown-coloured lens came out as well, revealing the purple eyes underneath, a very rare trait for a Korrvain that he had his reasons not to show off.
 
“Just so ye know, me eyes are fine. The lenses are merely for show. Never liked me natural colour.”

Shor'Gon got real close to Gunnos when he took his contacts off. Tendrils swayed a mere one or two inches away from his eyes as he read their structure. 

"Unfortunately, I cannot see colors. However, certain organs have different textures based on their pigmentation. The eyes are one of these, although it'd be a moot point to try and describe the color to me." 

Then, he slowly raised a scanner to one of his eyes, getting his retinal signature. After that, he looked at the readout.

"The machine tells me they're purple. From my time in the IGCP, I can say that's a very pleasant sounding color..." 

He set the retinal scanner aside, and took up a syringe. 

"Arm out. Try to relax your muscles."

Gunnos agreed that purple is a perfectly fine colour. He would’ve gladly let them be the way they are, if not for the fear of being found, as small as the chance was. His eyes made him recognizable, and there were certain people out there that he definitely didn’t want to be recognized by.
 
“Heh, some would like it, I’m sure. But ye can’t argue taste.” he said as he put the lenses back in. Having such a peculiar lead physician might turn out in his favour after all, as someone unable to see colour is unlikely to spread the word about it.
 
He held his arm out as told, not too bothered by the sight of the syringe.

Shor'Gen was quick with the blood sample, making it as painless as possible. After all that, he set the filled vial aside with the retinal scanner, and gave Gunnos a ball of absorbent fabric to hold agianst the small hole. 

"Before we conclude here, is there anything I need to know? from a medical standpoint?"

Gunnos used the ball of fabric to dab up the little bit of blood that leaked from his arm. “Lemme see… No, nothing else t’ report. I just hope the blood sample don’t turn out positive on anything. So we're done here?”

Shor'Gen nodded his head.

"Yes, we're done." 

With that, he turned away from Gunnos, and started picking the place up, and began the process of entering all the samples and data. 

"If your night terrors persist, please don't be afraid to return to me. I can have appropriate medications synthesized for you."

“Thanks doc, I’ll keep it in mind.” Gunnos answered as he pulled his shirt back on. “I’ll leave ye to yer work. Good luck with the other patients.” he said before leaving the medbay to make place for the next crewmember.

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[b]Shor'Gen[/b]

Shor'Gen looked to Greet, and shook his head.

"Alexis has already spent time in the medical bay, enough time for me to get a read of his biometrics. However, I guess a blood sample wouldn't hurt."

He turned and crawled into the exam room, motioning for Alexis to follow. Before he entered all the way into the exam room, however, he stopped, and turned back to Greet.

"Thank you, Crewman Greet. However, I'll have to ask you to sober yourself up, immediately. Intoxication while on duty is punishable with [i]very[/i] serious charges. I won't press you for any, but I will submit a disciplinary report. I will not be so forgiving next time."