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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Alexander Bauhdric" data-source="post: 6079341" data-attributes="member: 6699085">Alexander nods his head slowly, smiling grimly to Fedor. As much as Alexander hated it, the Doctor was right. Not all battles could be one, and even the breathtaking array of modern science found on-board the wanderer would eventually struggle to fight off that most common of human conditions; death. Still, he took pride in knowing that at least some where getting better. He and his squad had done their duty to the best of their ability."Aye, it is a tough decision that all soldiers must take eventually. So long as you fight till the bitter end, there is no dishonour in admitting defeat."He nodded sagely; but perked up as soon as Fedor mentioned his work-out routine."Indeed! After Breakfast I was going to move to the gymnasium and engage in my muscle-building techniques, and it would be an absolute pleasure to have some Company! You don't truly know a person until you have done three things with them; shaken their hand, debated philosophy, and worked up a sweat in their presence!"The prospect of having some company seemed to energise him; and that this company was a trained doctor who was fully capable of analysing his methods made him all the happier! The timeless Bauhdric Teqniques were always subject to improvement after all. It was merely a simple matter of their existing near-perfection (As advertised by his impenetrable frame) that meant that this was often not applicable! He quickly finished his breakfast, and stood up, nodding to Fedor."Right! Time to see if the equipment aboard this ship is adequate for my needs! If you would be a kind gentleman, Fedor, and lead me to the Gymnasium? I have to admit, this rabbit warren of a ship continues to bewitch me..."</blockquote>

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