Location: USS Independence
Timeline: After the Welcome Ceremony
Lieutenant Commander Relor stood with Nurse Grimm. Strictly speaking, Nurse Grimm was not a commissioned officer and should have been excluded from the event but had snuck in just prior to the arrival of the Captain and the Ambassador. She wanted to see how Feyd would handle the forced social interaction.
While no one was looking, Feyd reached into his boot and pulled out a small blue bottle of Andorian Brandy, took a long pull, then slipped it back in. Synthahol was for amateurs.
Ambassador Baer walked up to the two of them. "Hello, Doctor Relor. This certainly is a long way from Erp," the Ambassador commented as he held out his champagne flute to be filled by a white jacketed civilian. Ares Curillo chuckled as the beverage was less than the quality real champagne was. As the waiter filled the Ambassador's glass, the label revealed it to be a sparkling burgundy from Chateau Picard.
Feyd froze at the mention of his home world, the one that had been invaded by the Murtaw, the one he had grew up on as an orphan and then guerilla fighter. It was where he had learned to be a field medic, and it was where he learned most of what he needed to know to be a doctor.
A wave of emotion flooded into his mind, nearly blocking out everything else. Memories of gunfights, ambushes, and running for his life consumed him. He was silent for quite a while before the warm, reassuring hand of Nurse Grimm brought him back to the present.
“Yes, Ambassador, we certainly are, thankfully. What do you know of the moon?”
"Very little," admitted the Ambassador, "I know of the suffering of the people under the Murtaw and the heroism of those that opposed them. I use it as a cautionary tale of dismissing, out of hand, the benefits of the Federation."
Feyd's initial reaction was one of anger, but after a few seconds, he understood and agreed with the Ambassador's assessment of the situation. If his parents and their fellow colonists had not opted to 'go rogue' for who knew what reasons, they could have had a healthy, happy life. It mattered little, of course. The past was the past after all.
"Well, then here's to the Federation's protection." He said, holding up his glass for a toast.
"Indeed!" the Ambassador clinked glasses with Feyd,"but I did not come over here to discuss the obvious merits of Federation membership. I wanted to ask for your assistance. Lieutenant Curillo, this concerns you as well. We lack a biological work-up on the Odinskusinerdreimalentferntwurdier. They are most definitely humanoid, perhaps even human, but we need to know about any chromosomal deviation from the human norm. I would like to enlist the aid of you two fine officers to examine the Odinskusinerdreimalentferntwurdier and put together a biological and anatomical baseline for the species.
Feyd shrugged. "It sounds easy enough. All I would need is a blood sample from a willing donor." He remarked. "I did receive a medical report about the Odinskusinerdreimalentferntwurdier," he said, pronouncing it without error (he'd worked at it, and some of the medical terms he'd had to memorize for his M.D. were at least as complex), "About their need to pretty much constantly drink Ale. We synthesized quite a bit of it."
"I saw that report as well," the Ambassador acknowledged, "What we are needing is a much more complete analysis. I would like you to get one of them into your medical bay a run a through examination."
"You want an open cavity autopsy?" Feyd smirked.
The Ambassador made a face. "Not that complete," he deferred before adding, "Unless the opportunity presents itself."
Feyd grinned. "Well, we'll see."
"Very good! I will have my Science Attaché coordinate with you. Good day gentlemen." Without waiting for a response, the Ambassador moved on to another group of officers.