Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Cosmozoan Crash Course

[Quentin Beck]

((Xenobiology Lab, Sickbay Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

The good Doctor had stepped through the doors to the Xenobiology Lab only a few moments after closing the comm from the turbolift, the trip had been so quick; it meant entering an empty room, as anyone had yet to arrive, assuming anyone was coming at all. It allowed him a moment to contemplate everything he had learned from the briefing while he cleaned up the workstation near the aft section of the lab, putting away the parts he hadn't needed for Chip's repairs or Dale's construction. 

The medical drone hovered up near the second level, his voice muted as he spoke with the new prototype who appeared to be finding his sea legs. The crab-like drone waddled slowly along the upper platform, learning how to use his arms and pincers while also trying not to fall over the edge.

Quentin smiled up at the pair for a moment, brow arching, and considered interrupting to offer a few pointers, but turned instead to look over his shoulder when he heard the doors to the lab opening again. Turning to face the new arrival, he smiled a little and started crossing toward Shortrith.

Beck: Counselor. Pleased you could join me.

Shortrith: Response

Beck: There is a lot going on right now, but I have one important question to ask you before we dig into anything: do you have any experience studying astrobiology? And are you at all familiar with cosmozoan life forms?

Shortrith: Response

His smile turned grim.

Beck: We've got three hours to become experts, if that tells you anything.

Shortrith: Response

((OOC: Any other medical staff are more than welcome to join Beck and Shortrith for this discussion. Feel free to tag yourself into the scene at any point if you like.))

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Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS

Chief Medical Officer

USS Ronin NCC-34523

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