Holding up the vial to the light, Winter examined the contents of the translucent amber liquid within, and then carefully stoppered it and placed it back in the heavy wooden tray. Turning to the left, he added a few lines in a precise, elegant hand to the open journal: 3ml additional extract d. spiralis nova yields c.20% increased potency. It had been years since he'd had the pleasure of working in such a well-stocked medbay, even as an assistant, and he was making the most of the down time to continue his research into healing medicines to supplement his usual mana-based techniques.
"All crew members to battle stations. Repeat, all crew members to battle stations."
Winter glanced up through his thin veil of ear-length silver hair at the intercom, his eyes narrowing very briefly in what might have been annoyance before a mask of calm fell over his Elvish features once more. Then he stood smoothly, placed the lid on the tray, and returned it to the locked cabinet, ensuring that the door was latched fully. Every drawer and shelf was labelled in the same clear, precise hand as his journal, and all were likewise secured against any unexpected turbulence.
Grabbing his sidearm, he headed out the door, his motions still relaxed and graceful.
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Though he was unofficially an assistant medic to the doctor on their crew, Winter's official role was as a hired gun, and as such, he joined the rest of the crew's muscle below to await further orders. He wasn't particularly close with any of them, this being his maiden voyage with the Casimir, but whether by violence or healing, he would do his best to keep the rest of them alive.
The ship suddenly lurched, sending a few of the men tumbling to the ground, and Winter's ears began to ache as the ship rapidly lost altitude.
“Hold on to your dicks. I think we’re gonna crash.”
Resigning himself to a bumpy landing, Winter made a mental note to consider a change of career once this was over - though deep down, he knew that almost anything other than this hectic, deadly lifestyle tended to leave him with too much time to indulge in the bittersweet remembrance of another life.
"Here we go again," he murmured to himself beneath the blaring of the alarms, tightening the restraints on his seat.
And then the world was torn apart.