I'm just a doctor.

Malcolm: Where the heck are my medical supplies?

We know the stories. Things bode very poorly for those who seek it.

Here we have a generation six Ares and generation three Apollo. The Apollo design on the right is a canon depiction, while mine on the left is more of my own idea for the Ares design from what I've heard so far.

(Far left) Stewart is our chief engineer, as he is our only engineer. Has a lot of stories, which he never seems to run out of. (left) That’s the ship’s doctor Malcolm Smith, me. I keep these guys alive. (center) The Hell Hound’s Captain, known as Captain Charge because. Hm, charged by electricity? He doesn’t talk much. Ares gets along just fine with him. (right) This Extral calls himself Starrider. He also responds to the Captain’s call of “Lieutenant”. We think the Captain believes our navigator’s name really is Lieutenant. (far right) Our chef, demolitions expert, and general settler of disputes, Wokotal. I don’t know much about Oblein culture, so it could mean something or his parents messed up on the birth certificate.

Oh gods it's you. Please don't kill me take the game box I don't mind.

"Well, you're certainly unique."

My Generic medical bay officer. His name is Malcolm Smith and he does not want any more adventures for the love of the Gods please.

Ah! I've been noticed by, uh. Hello! Big fan of your work, you know. The universe and all that. Creating this all was really great of you. Big fan!

To the one that started it all.