Meeting the Surgeon

The smell of antiseptic lingered heavily in the air. Alexandros was not surprised to see his entrance into the medical center to have gone unremarked by its lone occupant. He had been warned that the Primarch he would meet with today was a man of high ideals but little social skills. Normally, none would dare ignore the entrance of one of the Emperor's sons.

Gustave Dunant was not normal.

The medical professional was muttering to himself as the four arms of his servo harness delicately moved and replaced several vials while his fingers pored over a cogitator. Alexandros' eyes widened as he noted the grey streaks in the otherwise midnight hair. ''None of his brothers had shown any signs of mundane age. Why had Dunant?''

The mystery puzzled the Shield-Lord, but he chose to file it away in the back of his mind as he approached. He neither concealed nor declared his presence as he walked over to Dunant's personal station.

"Yes, is there a reason for this interruption?" Dunant said as he continued his work, not even lifting his head an inch to his visitor.

Alexandros mused that Theoderaf would not have taken kindly to the slight or the dismissive tone. Instead, his eyes peered at the data crossing the screen. "The Chestwyrm virus?"

Gustave paused. For the first time, his eyes pulled away from his work. Green eyes met green eyes. "You know of this?"

"It's currently running rampant on Felis III, isn't it?"

"It is," Gustave affirmed, interest now entering his tone. "All because some fool bureaucrat did not take the time to ensure proper contamination protocols were maintained. Honestly, it should be obvious we have to extra special care with abhuman first contact."

"Never know how the differences in genetic history and drift might affect interaction."

Gustave stabbed a finger into the air. "Exactly! Now I have to work quickly to ensure this dreadful mistake is reconciled." He paused. "And who are you?"

With a grin, the answer came. "Call me Alex." [[Category:M]]