[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=00C5CD]Friedrich Knochengeiger[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/Kk1Wef1.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=00C5CD]Location:[/color][/b] Retribution Medbay - > Rec. Room[hr][/center]

The last few weeks were not easy on the Retribution's medical officer. The ship's repairs and resupply were done by standard procedure, but a last-minute change of logistic staff and a blurry inventory bill had raised a wall of bureaucracy between Friedrich and the maintenance the medbay and its tools required. The acquisition sergeant rattled off the words "Standard Issue" enough times to make his grammar incorrigible, and it took the entirety of Friedrich's willpower to conceal his anger. [i]Who are you, people who get up in the morning to delay progress, to waste time, to [/i]Gway Ma Jeow[i] at your every step? Where do you live?[/i] At the end of the third week, he had a dark wish to see the man's intestines pulled out by a hungry reaver, if only to make his walking-talking carcass actually useful to someone.

To make it worse, Eavesdown was just a temporary stop. There were no strings to pull, no [i]friends[/i] to bribe, and the Captain seemed preoccupied enough. The doctor spared no words in describing the situation in the medbay's last status report, but had little to no hope in replenishing the more exotic tools he was used to work with. Traveling the black did not always mean lowering the standards, but this time it will.

This is why the doctor was on a slow boil when he entered the ship in response to the summons. He pushed past a sharply-dressed soldier on the ship's ramp, no doubt another bureaucrat on the way to lower the ship's coffee supply due to [i]updated regulations[/i] or other infuriating nonsense of the same nature, and stormed into the medbay.

[b][color=00C5CD]"Pre-flight inventory,"[/color][/b] he spat in response to the nurse's blessings of good morning. The man was shocked for a few seconds, then sighed and turned around towards the various cabinets along the room's walls. Friedrich's eyes drilled the nurse's back until the doctor detected his own slightly accelerated heartrate, and released a similar sigh. He threw a look on the small desk, now clear of everything but the pen used to write yesterday's post-maintenance report. [b][color=00C5CD]"I'll make the coffee."[/color][/b] he finally said, and walked off towards the recreation room. 

He liked the taste of spaceship coffee - in fact, he had been slowly affecting the blend inventory until it contained actual high quality types. Ironically, the latest coffee requisition hadn't met a wall of bureaucracy, unlike the medical supplies he actually needed. Well, to be fair, he didn't check if the Captain had any effect on the problem. And while the smell of freshly ground brew slowly filled the room (and to some extent the entirety of the ship), the man called Finger allowed himself to relax.