The Edge

[Mreh K'hal 0]

The Edge

 

Mreh agreed with Pippen completely; waiting on the edge of battle was much worse. It seemed as if the Excalibur had hurried up, and now was forced to wait, and in the meantime, the Caitian doctor could only watch over sickbay while his colleagues were down on Avalon on some type of excursion. He was hardly eager to move out and face the Scorpiads, but if it had to be done, which it did, he would assume that they ride out to meet their fate before fate rode in to meet them.

 

He had checked up on that monstrosity of Larrell's, as he had agreed to do; though trading an instrument of suicide for caretaking responsibility on a large arachnid seemed strange at best. After ensuring that the creature was well and would survive a while longer with proper edibles at hand, he fervently hoped that it its owner would indeed return alive and well. Mreh had no desire to take care of such a thing himself, and finding a suitable new caretaker would be a difficult proposition, as he noted that the others weren't fond of it either. Not to mention that anyone that was eager for it probably had it in mind as a snack rather than a pet; he doubted the Orion would appreciate that.

 

As for sickbay, it was quiet. A few patients that had suffered injuries during the last battle would still require another follow-up visit or two, and were in the process of rehabilitating their injuries using the holodeck programs designed for that. Every once and a while, someone would come in with a minor "boo-boo" sustained while working or recreationalizing on board, though he noted that quite a few people were either planetside or on Camelot Station. He supposed he would be himself if he hadn't been gallavanting around the quadrant before coming on board Excalibur. Ready to settle down, he was going to take advantage of having a "home" while it lasted. The potential longevity of that home did not impress him.

 

His portable medical unit was performing well in tests, thanks to Marius' assistance with the power assembly. After extensively calibrating it, he had finally managed to get it to perform reliably; though it would always be slower than the more sophisticated equipment within sickbay, at least there was an option for a carry-on field kit for some of the more extensive tests that normally couldn't be done on an AT. For now, it sat ready to go along with his standard med-kit; he would further tinker with the design as time passed, hoping to miniaturize it, and if the Engineer was willing, the Caitian would pass it along to him for review and suggestions.

 

So, while he sat on the edge of battle, hating it, he tried to keep himself occupied until the blood started flowing once again.

[Dox Maturin 0]

Great log! Well written.

[Kansas_Jones 0]

The Edge

 

He had checked up on that monstrosity of Larrell's, as he had agreed to do; though trading an instrument of suicide for caretaking responsibility on a large arachnid seemed strange at best. After ensuring that the creature was well and would survive a while longer with proper edibles at hand

 

Brave cat that M'reh (nice log!).