Wardroom
Irit was resting peacefully, enjoying a short tumblr of orange juice and sliced melon for a late breakfast when the ship's AI flashed an alert; ST Backup time! Curses bent the ear of the cook, and anyone else handy, as she hastily shoved everything together. Dumped into the return, all except for the last remaining sliver of melon between her teeth, the athletic medic bounded out into zero-G with her finger already on the com button.
Her short text message to Teien-taii was
excrutiatingly polite, especially since it was being sent to the person with absolute power over her fate, asking that in the future her medical technician be alerted of planned procedures that required her presence. She didn't
sleep in the medbay after all.
Medical Bay
"Okay! Everyone is piling in!" Irit declared from behind the small not of feather-winged humanoids and their cat-featured comrades. Despite her distinctly Elysian features, slight build, that naturally aristocratic caste of facial features even the caesoleians posessed... Yet... No wings. Not even any sign of wings. What she did have was the red diamond shaped patch of a
Star Army Medic and the matching blue panel of her uniform.
"Let's make a line people, make a line," she clapped her hands and made a pushing motion at them, "Carter, Kokoro, Nashira, Shinomori, scoot. And which of you smells like mating ducks?"
"Norogumi-chui!" Irit turned to the door as the executive officer appeared, and the Elysian did a rapid-fire bow, "Welcome to the club! We're all
standing around while I try to get at the
MTBU."