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[center][h2][color=0072bc]Doctor Wolfe[/color][/h2][/center]
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The rhythmic sound of a heart rate monitor pierced through the otherwise near-silent operating room. While a bit cramped, the room served it’s purpose well and was both well stocked and filled with decent quality gear. In the absolutely pristine room-- Doctor Wolfe accepted no less that perfection when it came to cleaning her workspace- the two occupants spoke in hushed voices. Not out of secrecy, but out of respect for the ones who still slept.

[color=0072bc]“Es kann losgehen, Avalon.”		[Let’s get started, Avalon.][/color]

[color=00aeef][i]“Ja Doktor, wie du willst.”		[Yes Doctor, as you wish.][/i][/color]

A soft male voice emanated from the room as a trio of robotic surgical arms-- the only true physical body that was controlled by the AI Avalon- descended over top of the operating table. On the table a young woman, Doctor Wolfe herself, lay with her arms splayed to the side. Her stomach, left uncovered by the blanket that otherwise covered the woman’s entire body, had been anesthetized and prepared for surgery. Avalon grabbed a scalpel from the tray with his precise artificial hands and lined up the tool with the doctor’s torso. As he prepared to make the first incision, a loud voice rang out over the intercom.

	[i]“......Or at least come to the meeting room. Captain out.”[/i]

[color=0072bc]“Gottverdammt.”	[God damn it.][/color]

The doctor cursed out loud before waving off her assistant with her prosthetic arm.

[color=0072bc]“Operation abbrechen, Avalon.”	[Cancel the operation, Avalon.][/color]

[color=00aeef][i]“Ja Doktor.”[/i][/color]

Amy sat up from the operating table and pulled the blanket off gently, tossing it in the biohazard waste bin before moving to her connected personal quarters. Inside, she removed her medical scrubs and tossed them aside before changing into something more reserved. From her rather small assortment of clothing, she chose a black long sleeve shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Amy slid on a black pair of hiking boots before exiting her quarters, making her way towards the meeting room.

[color=0072bc]“Docter Vulfe, present und accounted for, Kapitän.”[/color]

She took a place against the wall close to the back of the room, leaning against it gently. Glancing around the room, Amy took in the various people and….non biological constructs that were the crew of the Condor. She tapped her foot on the ground impatiently, watching the captain with a nervous look to her, glancing downwards every few moments.