[center][color=ed1c24][h3]Denise
Medical Anthropologist[/h3][/color][/center][hr]
In a small lab near a corner in the lower bowels of the [i]Prize,[/i] a machine whirred loudly in a flurry of titrations. It was a shame the lab was outfitted with some of the most outdated, least efficient equipment on the ship. But Denise had grown accustomed to such inconsiderate treatment from the ISA. They would ALL see the true value of her work sooner or later.

For now, the Medical Anthropologist pushed those thoughts aside to make some calculations as quickly as Divonly possible. The secretion she had purchased on Deep Solar 3 could degrade in its harmon quotient in such a spacetime-jarring event as going through a wormhole unless she prepared its amplified isotope right away.

Just as the blonde woman noted the number of succussions achieved so far, a notification blared through her communicator stating that the [i]Prize[/i] would enter Kepler’s Passage in ten minutes. Denise nearly cursed, but she paused and corrected her frown into a smile. She had been planning for a 1000c tincture, but she supposed 800c would have to do. Perhaps some alien species they would meet would fare better with a lower potency. Everything happens for a reason.

As the time drew near, the titration and agitation machine shut off automatically after the reprogrammed 800 mixings of solute droplets and deionized hydrogen dioxide solution. Denise winced slightly as the still-hot vial burned her fingers, but there was just no time to wait for it to cool. She capped the solution in the one large vial for the time being and admired her handiwork: a harmoniously crystal-clear 800c homeopathic tincture of the sebaceous secretions from a Plizothian Arsenica-Snouted Adder. A valued remedy for symptoms of cancer, radiation poisoning, itchy feet, Ignean Crusting Disease, and death.

Denise held the rare tincture tightly in her hand as she made her way to a the nearest turbulence chair. She strapped herself in for preparation for who-knows-what kind of wormhole turbulence just in time. The lights of the lower deck dimmed as the ship went through never-before-experienced strain, causing strands of Denise’s hair to display their faint blue-violet glow. The enlightened being closed her eyes and smiled peacefully, meditating as the life energy of countless stars washed through the ship in record time.

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Denise smiled serenely as she listened to Captain Carabello’s briefing. Her official role on the starship had been small so far, the most interesting being a chance to check on the health of some rescued hostages, one of which was lucky to receive a generous free sample of Denise’s premature balding remedy. Of course, the abundance of free time had given the Divon an opportunity to prepare a surplus of treatments and hold some consultations with a few crew members, and she did not resent any such opportunities the Universe provided. But now that the [i]Prize[/i] was about to meet some unknown intelligent species, it was truly the Medical Anthropologist’s time to shine!

[color=ed1c24]“It will be an honor to join the team meeting this blessed Holy Vei,”[/color] Denise declared in her wispy voice. She stood up with a smile, making slow and graceful hand gestures as she spoke. 

[color=ed1c24]“For those whom I have not yet had the pleasure to meet, I am Denise Bploopcphyer, Lifebringer of the Sixth Realm and Medical Anthropologist. As a studier and participant in hollistic medicine myself, I will seek to promote respect, understanding, and the pursuit of truth on all sides. I would love to exchange knowledge with these fascinating people and learn how their wisdom can amplify the lives of the I.S.A., just as our wisdom can amplify their lives.”[/color]

The round woman’s gaze wandered away for a few seconds, dazzled by the brilliant blue glow of the massive foliage. It was not unlike her own hair, actually. The people here must have no problem with the kind of mental fungus that so often plagues the human body’s third eye, as a possible remedy seems to be filtering into the air around them at all times.

Speaking of…

[color=ed1c24]“If I may add one insight, upon first glance it seems this species may be flooded with a large influence of the fifth and sixth chakras, as suggested by the prevalence of blue and blue-violet color on their planet. To explain briefly, these chakras preside over speech and intellect. That is, assuming the chakras in this species conform to the alignment in most known humanoids… but I have a good hunch this is the case. This may explain their brevity in speech – it is important for them to choose their words carefully and efficiently. If we are to make a good impression, we should strive to approach everything from a logical and intellectual standpoint, and to speak only after careful consideration. It is especially vital to avoid the natural human inclination toward complex emotional motivations, as a culture originating from a greener planet.”[/color]

Denise gave a satisfied nod and took her seat.