Gaheris watched as the captain left. He had the look and power of a captain. The command, the structure. But there was also a lot of weakness in him. The very fact he waved away the security officer's concern about the weapons was a dead giveaway. He had no idea who Gaheris or Rommie were. It was obvious that they had never heard of the Commonwealth - something that was fascinating in it's own right. If the roles were reversed he'd confiscate the weapons. The first officer though and the security chief both seemed a bit more wise in that regard. And the security chief - Worf - he seemed like he might be formidable. Not that Gaheris was going to be stupid and try anything. He was on a starship with who knew how many crew members. Even if he was able to take out everyone in this room - which he didn't know their skills - it would do them no good. At the moment he needed them.

He was pleased though with the fact they were escorted to the med deck. The technology was fascinating as well but not too much different. They had these turbo lifts though which were similar to the the ladders between decks. Something that might benefit the Commonwealth - or Nietzscheans. 

Rommie was quiet as they went. He knew she was taking in everything, gathering information, observing. It was what she did. When they had privacy he would need to check with her to see if she picked up anything useful.

The med room was sophisticated. A bit different than the Andromeda Ascendant. "Gaheris Rhade," he said at the introduction. "Minor injury. Plasma burn to the left and side of my ribcage. Just a bit to off from my heart. I'll live." He was hesitant about letting her look at it. Something that immediately caught Rommie's eye. Nietzscheans rarely turned down medicial help if they needed it. Still...part of him wanted to endure it. It might help ease some of what he did. However, his instincts won over and he let her examine it. As stated it was plasma burn. It bore through his uniform and burned into his skin. He was lucky to be alive. The injury itself was not like something the Federation had seen before - at least not something that would come from the weapons of the major players. They used more phasor type weapons versus plasma.

Rommie surveyed the room around her fascinated, though not showing it. In some aspects, they had better technology than even she had. Though not completely. She picked up differences. In some aspects, the Commonwealth had better equipment, others they did. Though without full examination and understanding, she couldn't tell for sure.

[i]"Rommie, was it?"[/i]

She turned her attention to the commander. Was she injured? Well that was not black and white. This body had no connection to the rest of her. That left a major feeling of...loss. It was hard to walk down the corridors of a ship and not be able to control anything. To stand in a room and not have any connection to the mainframe. She was used to doing dozens - hundreds - of little tasks at once. This...this was nothing. She shook her head. "I don't require medical assistance." In fact, she didn't need the doctor to poke around her with any equipment. She didn't know how sophesticated they were but she gave off no life signs, nothing that indicated human. "I appreciate your concern, Commander." She tilted her head slightly as she looked once more around the room. "You have a fascinating vessel." She caught sight of Gaheris slight look. Leaving it at that she watched as he stood, restored.

"You regenerated the tissue at the molecular level to repair his injury." She noted. And that was without nanobots. As the doctor turned to her, she quickly put up a hand to avoid getting scanned. "I'm fine, thank you."

"If you come this way," Worf ordered seeing as they were done. "The Captain will see you." He looked at Beverly. "Provided of course, you are satisfied, Doctor?"

Gaheris gave a slight bow to the woman. "I appreciate your assistance, Doctor Crusher, was it?" Ignoring Worf, he looked over at Commander Riker. "At your will Commander, we're more than ready."