Ship's Log | To Boldly Go

I have to tell you, as interesting as it is working in Medical, the hardest part is not pulling my wand to fix it with a spell and instead using all these contraptions around the Bay for healing.

I hate ice breakers. So...

F/M/K?

So, is there anyone else who'd be interested in a game of capture the flag?

I am going to do something I almost never do.

I think it's appropriate to acknowledge and compliment my entire medical team.

Six months ago, when my—for once, quiet—medbay was invaded by new arrivals needing physicals and care and assistance, I was not thrilled, given the size of my staff. But as our numbers have grown, the number of medical personnel has increased exponentially. We are well-staffed, well-maintained, and I can say, a damn good bunch.

Be you trainees, experimental practitioners, researchers, displaced Starfleet, or my regular staff, I'm proud to work alongside you. Thank you for all you do.

I don't think I've had anything to drink yet today, so you can consider this genuine.

Don't worry, I'll be back to my grumbling and griping tomorrow.

Ah, now that feels a bit more like my old home.

[Anakin Solo]

I probably shouldn't I'm sorry about your brother. It stinks and it never gets easy.

[Will Solace}

You're still 'round, right?

Right. So is it weird if this isn't too weird for me, but just a new type of weird? Anyway, it's supercool to know that Star Trek is real (which, I mean, given that gods are real, is no big surprise). Anyways, hi! I'm Will, son of Apollo, healer, decent archer, though I don't imagine there's much need for archery on a spaceship.

[Medical]

So, I know I'm under 18 and that probably doesn't fly in your world, but I'm a healer and I'd love to help out in medical if that's possible. I've reattached limbs, fixed broken bones, etc..