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dplax · 09-21-2007, 07:58 PM

Philbert Sigismund Wolf

"Professor," he whispered underneath his breath upon being referred to as Doctor, but did not want a conflict with his superior officer, so put on his best smile while the CMO continued. Philbert took the datapads but scanned the contents only with feigned interest and threw them down on his desk as soon as the CMO had left.

He longed for his research laboratories and solid ground underneath his feet. This voyage had so far provided nothing remotely interesting to him from a scientific point of view. The Void Syndrome had been interesting in the beginning, but after a couple cases there was nothing new to see and a cure was still far away. Only mildly interested, Wolf uploaded the raw data from the datapads to his computer and ran a few simulations, the results of which he uploaded to one of the datapads and placed the pad on the CMO's desk.

He then gazed over his daily to-do list. Not much before lunch, just two routine psychological check-ups. Senior Navigator Johnson was the first on the list. "Message originating from Pro-" he cleared his throat before continuing, "Doctor Wolf to the attention of Navigator Johnson," he said once he had opened a direct comm-line to the bridge. "Routine psychological check. Report to sickbay." Wolf had never been strong on respecting communication protocol.

Philbert already wished that the morning were over. He was definitely not looking forward to such vulgar medical work. Even studying the boring results of the VS tests seemed more interesting in retrospect.

09-21-2007, 07:58 PM	#17
dplax Jack Burton Join Date: July 19, 2003 Location: an expat living in France Age: 40 Posts: 5,577	Re: Dystopia: The Fallen Angels Philbert Sigismund Wolf "Professor," he whispered underneath his breath upon being referred to as Doctor, but did not want a conflict with his superior officer, so put on his best smile while the CMO continued. Philbert took the datapads but scanned the contents only with feigned interest and threw them down on his desk as soon as the CMO had left. He longed for his research laboratories and solid ground underneath his feet. This voyage had so far provided nothing remotely interesting to him from a scientific point of view. The Void Syndrome had been interesting in the beginning, but after a couple cases there was nothing new to see and a cure was still far away. Only mildly interested, Wolf uploaded the raw data from the datapads to his computer and ran a few simulations, the results of which he uploaded to one of the datapads and placed the pad on the CMO's desk. He then gazed over his daily to-do list. Not much before lunch, just two routine psychological check-ups. Senior Navigator Johnson was the first on the list. "Message originating from Pro-" he cleared his throat before continuing, "Doctor Wolf to the attention of Navigator Johnson," he said once he had opened a direct comm-line to the bridge. "Routine psychological check. Report to sickbay." Wolf had never been strong on respecting communication protocol. Philbert already wished that the morning were over. He was definitely not looking forward to such vulgar medical work. Even studying the boring results of the VS tests seemed more interesting in retrospect.