[h1][color=lime]Ozmond[/color][/h1]

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Oz left the bridge as soon as the others began to trickle out. He looked about aimlessly when he stepped into the corridor. 

[color=lime][i]What now?[/i][/color] he asked silently to no one in particular.

No one in particular responded.

He decided that his natural destination should be his quarters. There he went, noticing with some comfort that this room was indeed his own. The room may have been neat at one time, with all of his datapads containing medical textbooks, as well as actual paper written textbooks, packed neatly away in the tall bookshelf in the corner. He imagined his clothes folded in his closet, his bed well-made. He almost laughed. While Ozmond couldn’t remember arranging the room, he had no doubt in his mind that he had not been settled for more than a few minutes before he began to inadvertently tear it apart. 

[color=lime][i]I should probably clean up.[/i][/color] He thought as he closed his door and shed the A-MOS and jumpsuit. He sighed and picked up the A-MOS, haphazardly folding it and stowing it in his closet. He wouldn’t need it on ship, so he might as well not dirty it before their first mission. The rest of the mess he neglected, throwing on a simple dress shirt and slacks. He looked in the small mirror sitting atop his dresser. He had hoped that the clothes would make him look more like a doctor. They did not. He looked just as scared and inexperienced as he did before. He almost left his room to investigate the med-bay before stopping mid stride.

[color=lime][i]My gun.[/i][/color]

He likely wouldn’t need it on the ship, but he still liked to have it with him. He frantically looked around the room, somehow throwing it into a greater state of disarray. Finally, he found a small lock box under the bed. He set it atop the mattress and unlocked it with hs fingerprint. It popped open with a satisfying hiss, revealing the weapon that had accompanied him for most of his adult life. 

It had been an Archimedes Personal Defense Pistol, Mark III. This was no longer the case. The only remaining piece of the original weapon was the body. The focusing crystal, dampener, heat sinks, and battery, as well as numerous other parts, had all been replaced over the years, creating a Frankenstein’s Monster of a gun. It could fire in three-round-burst, semi-automatic, and beam modes. The size and lethality of its lasers could be changed via dials on the side. While there may have been better guns, certainly ones with modifications made by a medic who had no knowledge of the inner workings of guns aside from the textbook beside him, but there was no gun exactly like his. For Oz, that was enough. He strapped the holster onto his hip and placed the weapon in it.

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He smiled as he walked into the medbay. The familiar chemical scent of industrial disinfectant burned his nose as he strode around the room. It wasn’t much bigger than his quarters, but it was much more open. Three tables were evenly spaced throughout the middle of the room, one of which had a robotic surgery “arm” hanging from the ceiling above it. Cupboards and cabinets lined the walls, all stark white, with a long counter on one side containing a sink and two computer monitors. He rifled through the cabinets, finding every medication and tool he had hoped to find and infinitely more. Expensive, experimental, antivirals that hadn’t been made public yet, state-of-the-art self-sterilizing surgery tools, and so much more. 

His small grin broke into an ear-to-ear, painful smile. The computers had copies of all of his medical textbooks, as well as every one he had ever heard of from across the universe. He pulled out a chair from underneath one of the counter tops and began rifling through the digital textbooks. He looked at the time, and decided he would have to stay the night here. There was so much knowledge at his fingertips, and he’d be an awful healer if he didn’t attempt to sift through all of it to find out whatever he could. Before he really got wrapped up in it, he decided to ask ANDI a question that had been troubling him since he entered his room. 

[color=lime]”Hey, ANDI. If we had our memories wiped, and I can’t remember anything about my life, how do I still have all of my medical knowledge and skills? Furthermore, do you think it may be possible to get our memories back? After this whole mission, and what-not.”[/color]