There were always firsts. First date, first kiss, first off world trip, first all-nighter, first taste of being a doctor doing a simulated checkup, first day as an intern, first day as a resident, those all led up to earning the Title MD. It was a title that Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles MD wore proudly. All those days, and many sleepless, busy days and nights since had led to this first. While it was not his first visit to a sickbay, it was his first visit to the state of the art, sickbay on a Mythology Class Vessel, and there were two more as well. This one was special, this one was Sickbay number 1, near the fore section of the saucer on deck 12, the other was many frames behind him in the rear of this same deck, and there was a third in the engineering hull, many decks below him. It was special because it was the most cutting edge medical facility in space, save for the revamped Ogawa class, and that one was a beauty, maybe he could be Chief of Staff on one of those one day, that could be his next first. This one was special because there was an office in the back, a small space reserved for the Chief Medical Officer, the top doc on the ship, and it was his. His dark grey and cream upper lip rolled back in a smile that revealed bright white teeth framed by two large incisors that were almost fangs, and his chocolate brown eyes twinkled merrily as he entered into his kingdom, his domain. The officer that entered sickbay was a sight to behold, he was not impressive in height, a mere four feet eight inches tall. He was not some carved Adonis, in fact his belly pressed his uniform out slightly, but not unsightly so, in fact the little pot belly fit his frame perfectly. Out from the neck of the bright blue uniform, stuck red gold fur that seemed to be all the redder against the blue. It sprayed wildly from his head, but kept his collar clear displaying the collar pips of a Lieutenant Commander. The uniform was the azure of science and medical services in Starfleet. tufts of matching fur stuck out at the wrists slightly over the backs of his dark grey hands. His trousers bagged a bit about his ankles where they were pulled over his small boots. If one looked long enough, there was a slight disproportion to his legs and arms. The arms seemed a bit too long he could almost scratch his own ankles without stretching. His legs seemed a bit too short for his overall frame, leaving him a side to side rolling gait as he waddled into Sickbay. Those merry chocolate brown eyes took in the hustle and bustle that was sickbay during main shift, exams, checkups, check-ins, and the like. That reminded Pongo he needed to have his own completed. Perhaps he should wait to introduce himself until after that was complete. So he waddled over to a waiting area chair, and climbed up into it with a grin that caused both top and bottom lips to roll back. Lieutenant Commander Pongo Bubbles MD, CMO