Pongo nodded, “I am a trauma specialist, do you have a specialty?” Pongo asked and reached for the metal tumbler cup on his desk to take a drink. There was a thin film of juice he removed from his upper lip with his tongue as he placed the cup back on the desk. Vulcans were an interesting people as far as Pongo was concerned, the biology aside the discipline, and removal of passion intrigued him.

Lt Commander Pongo Bubbles, MD, CMO

Tauren gave a small nod of acknowledgement. “I took advanced fieldwork in orthopedic surgery and emergency trauma myself during my internship. On my previous assignment, I was the entire medical staff for a new colony being established, and as such I was essentially a general practitioner, as well as a dentist and psychiatrist, and occasionally a beast of burden. I may have been more successful at the latter than as a psychiatrist, however.” He stood and motioned towards the replicator. “If I may, sir?” He then addressed the replicator. “One mug of Vulcan Mocha, mild, 45 degrees.”

Ensign Tauren