Continued from here.
Most of the night had been spent doing a bit of research work, interrupted by delivery of a hot soup and nerf sandwich by Ming Whah's, as Mu had suggested. The day had been for the most part, a physically inactive one, and as such, he required little sustenance to finish the day out. Tonight he would take three hours of sleep, and wake at approximately five a.m. for a hearty breakfast. If anything, breakfast was always his largest meal, and the size of his plate tapered off through the day. There was usually a good portion of meat, as well as fruit, grain, dairy and water for the morning meal. Lots of water. Remaining hydrated was key. Always, just in case.
- 0500 hours -
Ilias had slept comfortably alone on the simply furnished craft, the most complex of which was the examination chamber, which got plenty of use with material cure research. It was properly outfitted as a medical response room as well. There was enough room for several other passengers, and previous students of his had traveled with him on the craft, while any other crew that he might bring along for trips were assigned to their own craft. The trip to Bespin had not been a research trip, therefore bringing accompianment was unnecessary. The doctor had the entire craft to himself. Ilias awoke, and made short of freshening up for the day. Light khaki pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt, followed by his favourite casual jacket. He would spend most of the morning after breakfast communicating with the various areas of his workforce, keeping track of their progress, and advising course of action for the next steps in one or two highly important research areas that were being eyed closely by investors. He had not left the Oa since his return to it in late evening the previous night.
"Yes, thank you, Jess. Mr. Hydliff will be most pleased with that interim result. Well done. Yes, yes. Very well then, on with your work. I will be looking in on you more closely in the a couple days. Goodbye."
The dark-eyed head of artificial tissue research, Jessica Terns, was beaming as she said her farewell, and closed the protected com line. Jefsran Ollisen's praises were well-founded when he gave them, though they were not overly obvious. For the most part, he wasn't a very excitable man, always well composed. As the doctor swiveled in his seat and removed his reading glasses (which were purely for show, part of his long-lived facade), a small 'Good Morning' sounded up the ramp, which he had just opened, intent on enjoying the morning air before Jess had called.
Miss Mu must be here. Very good. He reached out a touch. Yes, it is her.
It was a short frame after 0900 hours...about 0923.
"Come in, please do. I have just finished checking in with my staff."
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