It's been about thirteen months since my initial entry into the navy and I've graduated from my technical medical school in the naval academy after serving as a low man on the totem pole for longer than I'd care to disclose. An unexpected twist from the son of two traders, but I think I'm beginning to prove my worth around here. Certainly a doctor is to hold more accolades than just another trigger finger in a fresh ship. I've asked specifically to be placed upon the Virtuous. It was once an old prison ship that's been fixed up to become a formidable biological laboratory and medical center. It's seen ventures into Alaska and even deeper portions of space. I can only imagine what that vessel has seen or the villains it's once held. We have facilities as well for holding prisoners, but it pales in comparison to our science facilities.
It's my hope that I can climb through the ranks and also achieve . . . my personal goal, while serving the needs of our troops and even perhaps the weapons division. There's much we still have to learn about just the human body itself and not getting too far ahead of myself, but much more to learn about the Nomads. I just need to get my hands on some fresh samples. Being a junior lab researcher doesn't exactly afford itself top secret, rare and highly classified alien artifacts or specimens. Time and persistence . . . I can feel it's getting close.
I've put in a request for live human trials on some of our bio-compounds. They're mainly restoratives that our troops can use for immediate regrowth of damaged tissue. As I said, we'll need human trials to confirm real results, but lab-grown tissues have shown cellular growth at exponential levels with the application of the compound K-21. So far the chief researcher Wallace Riverton has been denying my requests, but with our recent breakthrough, I doubt he can hold out much longer.
My first venture aboard The Virtuous was actually rather dull, or so I'd thought it would be. We'd been called to Pittsburgh to tend to what we'd thought at the time was a gas leak in one of the mining production facilities. That kind of incident is definitely not out of the ordinary, but after further inspection of some blood samples from patient zero, I'm not so sure. The source of this ailment is leading me to believe the miners have actually been exposed to some kind of synthetic compound, specifically, an almost . . . manufactured neurotoxin. This is definitely serious news and could be some form of sabotage from our hostile neighbors. Though I dare not consider it for the ramifications of proposing such blatant speculation is dubious at best and unsubstantiated at its weakest, artifacts have been known to introduce similar symptoms to people who've been in close proximity for prolonged periods of time. Again, this is all speculation, perhaps the wild ideas of someone who's been in a book or a lab for too long without a break.
I suppose for now that's all I have to report, but I know it definitely won't be the last of this case that I see. Something in my bones just says so.
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