It was a travesty. Truly criminal. An utter insult of the highest caliber. One might as well call it heretical, if only to emphasize the utter disgust the "medical facilities" established in this 'Room 85' left in Lazarus' gut. Where was the Methuen Detector? Or the Prognostic Analyzer? Were this not onboard an Imperial Space Station, these standards would barely meet the requirements of the 2nd Millennium, let alone the 42nd! It was a fantastic thing the good captain Livingstone was only sending the other 'handpicked' members of the crew for medical examination, and not the entire capacity of the ship. This facility just might make do after all, with a good sprucing-up before anyone arrived.

After a careful rearranging of the equipment within the makeshift medicae workroom into something passably-tolerable for his standards, Lazarus had time before anyone was set to arrive to review the basic preliminary briefings he'd been given on these 'handpicked' members of the crew in order to be at least vaguely prepared for interacting with them. Some files were larger than others, and one was even from an individual Lazarus had previously examined. Oh well, no harm in the occasional checkup.

First in the file list was Gustave Boucher, a grunt Guardsman from a hive world. Lowborn types on hive worlds inherently carried some genetic deviancy due to the general pollution in the air and water at the lower levels. Luckily they were usually benign or otherwise treatable with minimal issues. No problems should arise from this one.

Next was Isiah Hussian III, a youthful nobleman and fellow naval officer. Lazarus expected no unintentional or unsanctioned deviations in this lad, and frankly looked forward to meeting someone of similar stock and career. They'd at least make for a better conversationalist than most of the other drivel inhabiting the Captain's vessel.

Following behind was one Roald Cliffbloom, the first of the 'oddities' Lazarus would discover. Immediately one thing on the man's briefing document stood out. Homo Sapiens Minimus. A Ratling abhuman. Certainly an interesting choice, and not one Lazarus was very concerned about. Ratlings tended to be genetically stable, occasionally moreso than their normal human counterparts.

Next. The one he was familiar with. Tecca Nina, the vessel's Astropathic Choir-Master. Homo Sapiens Psychicus. Prior medical examination returned no anomalies or issues beyond those associated with her conditions as a sanctioned psyker with her duties, but when dealing with psykers one can never be too safe. Not to mention that any chance to study the effects of psionics on the human mind and body was always a joy.

Hesiod. An Explorator Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechaniucs. After the unfortunate accident with the last AdMech liaison in the crew, this one would be a welcome addition. Finding anything actually organic on these individuals was always difficult, but Lazarus welcomed the challenge. Tech-Priests were oddly more enjoyable to the man, perhaps because their inherent reluctance of engaging in small talk coupled with their scientific drive meshed with his own. Nonetheless, he'd hoped they'd get along at least as well as the last one before their tragic accident.

Another highborn noble. Alma Fang. Her basic briefing seemed simple enough, high class adventurer-mercenary, classic rogue trader fare. He didn't expect much trouble from this one as well, and given her age figured her to be a fair bit more experienced than that boy Isiah as well. Hopefully someone with whom he could tolerate a conversation.

Interesting. The next file more resembled a barcode than any sort of document, however brief it was before someone took to it with a black auto-inker. The only thing able to be made out was the name, Kane, and part of an abhuman species. Homo Sapians [REDACTED] stared as intently at Lazarus as he did it. This was someone he'd know nothing about until he saw them with his own eyes.

If the last file had been a barcode, this one was an attempt at homemade black synth paper. The name and position of "Monty, Armsman" was the only information listed. At least he knew this 'Monty' was intended to be combat-capable, which gave him a vague bit of a baseline to work with in terms of their physical fitness requirements.

Overall, it was clear that for most of these individuals, their medical examinations would likely wind up being part interview as well. Not an ideal situation, but always an opportunity to leaarn.