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    "Thank you, Dr DeLaTour." Naula responded with a calm and friendly smile. "Your efforts and that of your staff have saved many lives today. We are grateful." It was a platitude, but not meaningless. Naula was indeed grateful to the medics now supporting their evacuation as she was the teams now racing to sustain the dying engines and failing power-lines. Naula stood pressed against the shuttle-bay railing and oversaw the evacuation of her now adopted crew. Twice members of staff ushered her forward to leave but she pushed their pleads away. It wasn't until she heard the confirmation that the engine team themselves would be on the next transport did Naula finally accept an invite to board. She had no intention of going down with the ship. But she had a responsibility to the men and women she had taken into battle and that urge glued her hands to the railing and her feet to the deck.

    There were no further casualties. Several of the burn patients didn't make it, but somehow they were someone else's responsibility now and Naula found her attachment to their deaths strained. She looked out the view-port with a weary glance of farewell, watching as the hulking capital ship gradually became a grey spot in the vastness of space. It turned out a powered down ship gave off very little sign of it's existence at such a distance, but she knew it was still there. Light would occasionally play across a panel and the chassis would glint at her, twinkling as it waited judgement for it's crimes. They wouldn't likely be returning. Naula was no engineer but even she knew the retrofit would take months. Too much damage, too many unstable circuits; they would strip her and reinforce her and in that time the crew would find new postings. It was probably for the best.

    "Thank you." Naula called in the general direction of the pilot, her feet taking her away from the now landed transport with haste that seemed detached from her minds desire to respect etiquette. She found her name on a list and followed the deck plating to her temporary quarters. She was command staff and that came with a room. It was likely the rest of the crew had been dispersed among other near-by ships, or perhaps just left in the galley to sleep in long, equal spaces side by side. It wasn't her business any more. Naula felt the door come down behind her and with it severed her last link to the duty she had taken on. They were safe. Everyone was safe. The tears came freely and this time she let them.

    Day Two.

    Naula Kahtier awoke with her usual punctuality. For some waking up was a difficult affair; snooze buttons and gradual eye openers and groans that did little but curse unknown deities and the hours associated with them. Naula had never quite understood this outlook on mornings. For her the alarm chirped it's usual greeting and her eyes shot open with perfect clarity. She waited the handful of seconds it took for her vision to swim into focus before realising with a start that she was not in her usual bed. The nightmare returned to her in an instant, but it wasn't going to defeat her routine. Naula pulled back the covers, slipped off her cot and pattered bare feet over to the hydrocare unit. She washed all over and dressed in Alliance Navy uniform. No request for her to do so had been given and no duties had been assigned, but today she needed the uniform more than it needed her. Garbed in her protective attire of rules and regulation, Naula made her way to the medical centre.

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    Captain Kahtier's thanks were met with a nod; but Lorna's focus had to remain on the patients requiring care. She soon escorted the next batch aboard the shuttle taking them to Jovan Station. Once there, the next hours were a blur through which she mostly pushed thanks to sheer determination, adrenaline, and a lot of caf.

    There had been fewer losses during surgeries than she had first worried might happen. They had five of them, and eight more were in critical condition; but should pull through. Lorna had worked triple shift to assist various surgical teams. It was already the next morning when she was able to take a break. Of course, living on a space station made considerations like day and night different from living on an actual planet; but the chrono at her wrist didn't lie.

    She retreated to her office to put some notes together; but eventually fell asleep at her desk. She worried when waking up only an hour later, and made sure that everything was appropriately saved. Glad that no other emergency had cropped up, she decided to go get some food and more caf before working on her report.

    As she passed by the lobby of the medical center, she saw Kahtier come in, in a fresh uniform and looking somewhat rested.

    "Good morning, Captain," she offered as she stopped by the other woman. Her stomach growled on cue, but it seemed to polite to acknowledge the redhead anyway.

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