[center][h1] CMO Triss[/h1][/center] [hr][hr] Triss sat in her office looking over the crew medical files seeming oblivious to the fact that the ship had just closed range with the neutral zone and on the other side was a fracturing Empire; she understood futility. She, unlike the other members of the crew knew almost as if she were hardwired into the power systems when the Vigilance changed speed, when the deflector dish altered it profile, when the shields were activated or the weapons fired. Because of her Mev Ra she was able to resist the worry of not knowing what was going on around her. “Death is inevitable, to worry over the inevitable a waste of energy” said Tana the Long Spear ran the philosophy Triss followed as she noticed how jangled her staff was. She almost wanted to reassure them but knew that would only worry them more; if she acted as she always did then they’d hopefully assume at least an air of normality. “Doctor I have the command staff files updated; all except yours” said Nurse Renquist a tall beautiful red headed human female her green eyes looking into Triss’s own blue eyes. “Thank you Donna, if you like you can do mine now here at my desk I have to finish the Marines. Triss said answering her head nurse’s question with a smile. “Sonna’s memory these Marines are like Jigsaw Puzzles most of them wounded at least twice, one of them has 7 wounds.” Triss said clicking her tongue “Let’s hope we don’t have to work too hard keeping them intact, you know how much I dislike working” Donna looked at her CMO a smile and a shake of her head at the Doctor’s poor attempt at making a joke. Speaking of work those; “Jarheads are they called?” I want you to see they receive counseling on the need to show more awareness in the responsibilities of personal health and how it affects their unit. Donna sighed then said “Yes Doctor should they also be required regular screenings?” “That sounds like a good idea; have their HM see to it” chuckled Triss before she turned back to her files. [hr][hr] [center][h1] HM-1 Reva Mouse[/h1][/center] Reva was dressed in her basic skin suit a black onesie made of a silky thermally insulated material and durable type of underwear that covered her throat to toes the exercise room empty except for her overalls, boots pack and a hip pouch med kit nearby in a corner. She was careful to push only 20% of her total effort encase there was an alert knowing if she were called on she’d recover quickly to 100% in 3 minutes and even if she didn’t have the time to recover she could operate as expected in her duties. Under her feet the holo treadmill scrolled slowly the local gravfield simulating the terrain of the track she sometimes ran at the Presidio. It was all a very accurate simulation but still couldn’t compare to the real thing of the Holodeck. As she ran through her head the latest combat trauma procedures she’d read last night in her bunk Ensign Sito a human who was part of Engineering and 3 inches taller than herself. She and the other female had become friends drawn together by their diminutive height so she greeted her friend “Hi hi” “Hi Mouse do you ever settle down and rest?” giggled Sito “Only when I am scheduled to rest” Reva giggled The ensign went to work do those maintenance routines expected to keep the ship in operational order laughing softly. Reva switched to the bench setting it for 70 kilos and began a series of reps.