Knowhere IC

So. It's that day of the year again, where I prove I can move things with my mind and no one believes me. I'll be giving demonstrations all night, since I've finally gotten myself up and out of bed.

And someone, please point me in the direction of the nearest alcohol maybe?

This Med Bay is a complete mess. I suppose dogs don't necessarily know what humans need in terms of healthcare and equipment. Then there's all of the alien lifeforms to account for. Do we have any of those yet? The Med Bay is just for those of us who arrived here, thankfully, but with so many people coming from so many different universes there's bound to be a non-terran lifeforms showing up eventually. I would like to be prepared in case they show up hurt, but how does one even begin to prepare for something unknown like that?

I'm a little stressed

The good news is I just completed a run to Earth for proper Med Bay equipment today. It's all a bit more outdated than I'm used to, but no matter. I will learn. Cosmo was kind enough to pay the bill for everything we need and things are slowly, but surely starting to be put together. We'll have meds come in every month during the Earth run, but if there is something particular needed that we don't have, Cosmo has given me his word he'll get a passport ready for immediate departure.

[Padme Amidala]

I was also able to acquire everything we'll need for your pregnancy which is quite good news, don't you think? I'd love to schedule your first appointment.

Alright, so one point landing aside, I can say I've had rougher ones than tumbling along some grating. Hardly the worst part of my day and being told I'm floating through space inside some big giant head? Not even in the top ten weirdest things I've heard today.

That aside, we're gonna go ahead and give a big thanks to Dr. Zigler for making sure my insides went ahead and stayed on the inside, and one to Wilson and Ryder for making sure my ass got to the Doc in one piece. It's just no good at all when you destroy an Armada of city sized death robots, and die from one bad landing. The legend would be ruined in one stroke of the pen. 'Lt. Commander Adeleis Shepard, kicked the shit out of synthetics the size of skyscrapers, died on landing' is a terrible epitaph too, so bonus points for that.

As for the rest of it? Hi, I'm Commander Shepard, and this is my favorite, floating, nebulous, space-god head in the galaxy.

Even if I have to experience it from a hospital bed at the moment.

[Filtered to the Med Bay Doctors]

Hello, my name is Sen Padmé Amidala. I was wondering what sort of pre-natal care you are able to provide.

I've got a question! Any chance I can have a go at flying a spaceship? I've always wanted to pilot one! I was going to try and get into the space program after Overwatch but that never happened.

Hello! My name is Dr. Angela Ziegler. I've been here for nearly a week now, so I thought it might be time to stop lurking about and introduce myself. Cosmo has been kind enough to allow me some lab space behind the med bay in exchange for work there, so if you ever find yourself in a bind, I'd be happy to patch you up.

I'm lucky enough to have come to Knowhere with my patent for biotic technology, but I'm afraid it might be a bit hard to replicate here.

I want my guns back

What the fuck is going on?

Fuckin

Where the fuck

Why are my fucking lawyers here? Am I dead? Finally?

That was the cutest goddamn dog

Jesus Christ

Hello?

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