> "We'll have it ready for when you arrive. We also got word that we are moving from Spacedock to Earth? How long is this going to last?"
"No idea. Forrr a while, I think. We'll need to apprrroprriate some verrry prrrivate land to set up ourrr satellite rrrelays, though." It was so much easier in orbit, without atmospheric issues to deal with. >"Good thing we were already set up to work planetside.... We will be ready upon your arrival." > >"Thanks. I'll come to the office afterrr I get done talking to Koloth. >Kitanya out." She tapped her combadge with a claw and headed for the >Hopkins. She was running on adrenaline, and she didn't know how long it >would last. But then again, she'd make it last, no matter what the cost. >She'd work until she dropped dead, and she was starting to think that might >be a blessing. > >Getting to the USS Hopkins was not an easy task, but someone with her rank and position was able to cut through most of the red tape. She arrived to find that the ship was surreally peaceful. There was not the din of activity that always seemed to fill the air at SF Command or on Spacedock. This was a strange place. At least until she neared the part of the ship that contained the triage center. That place was a fury of activity. Well organized, but busy nontheless. > >She was directed out of the triage center to one of the treatment areas. It was similar to an emergency room where there was a central desk/monitoring center where each little room was monitored. The little rooms, some of them large rooms with dividers separating individual treatment beds, were along the rim of the treatment center. There must have been over 20 such rooms. In room 5, a solitary room, was Koloth. He had not been there long, and nurse was treating the flesh wounds and the doctor was working on a head injury. They were taking over from where the field medic and ships lone medical officer had left off. While he was griping, he was allowing them to work. He knew the benefits of working with the Federation, better doctors... "Qapla!" she said, coming in to see her old friend. She was so relieved to see that he was not badly hurt that she wanted to hug him, but that would not be good given the treatments he was receiving. "Stop grrrumbling, you old tarrrg. You'rrre lucky it's not yourrr ship's doctorrr. He'd be betterrr off in a butcherrr shop than in a sickbay." (resp?) She clasped his arm. "It's good to see you mostly in one piece. It's been... difficult... herrrre." Although her energy was still high, she could scarcely hide her exhaustion. Her fur was matted, her eyes were bloodshot, and her tail was constantly twitching. "How is Black?" (resp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
