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She directs Misha to take care of the survivor and moves off the the airlock to get Aleron hauled off to the infirmary.

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The hanger deck actually smelled off hot metal, ozone, spilled fuel, fire-retardant, and numerous other mechanical smells that an experienced spacer would long be familiar with. There was, however, a definite twinge of decay on the air, an alarming scent given the size of the hangar, which was big enough to comfortably fit six of the smaller class-V cruisers.

The decking around the Walkurst was currently rimed with frost, courtesy of the automatic fire-extinguishing system that had gone into play just after the crash. Scoring in the decking leading back to the hanger opening gave physical evidence of just how close their landing had been. Several class-II transport shuttles, like the one they'd investigated, could have been in the way, as well as a support pillar that the Walkurst had very narrowly missed. The shuttles looked like they had seen some sort of damage and were in the midst of some repairwork, but no one else was visible.

That was the most alarming thing about the flight deck. It wasn't the fact the emergency lights were on, the main lighting seemed to be flickering, and the slight smell of decay that should have been scrubbed by the filters; it was the silence and deserted nature of a place that should normally be full of activity. Looking around, several other ships, class-Is and class-IIs that looked designed for mining, showed signs of crash-landings as well, mostly heading out.

Further inspection would reveal the presence of scoring and holes on the decking and bulkheads that gunfire had taken place. Of the ones who had done the firing, and what had been fired at, there remained little sign save for some old, dried out stains.

During the time that Aleron had woken and gone outside the ship, there had been a steady, constant low stream of grumbling commentary in Mio's voice. The minor explosion that had left him with several minor facial and head lacerations had also damaged the comm system, leaving it perpetually open, meaning everyone on board the Walkurst and nearby would pick up his diatribe on cheap-a** replacement parts, who had last done the maintenance on the Walkurst these circuit breakers were shoddier than manure, stupid blood getting in his eye again, where'd he put that spanner, why the hell the defensive force field generator hadn't been working, ooh somebody was going to hear about that one...

There's a loud bang as Mio, in surprise at hearing that from Misha in that sort of tone, accidentally bangs his head on the top edge of the access panel where he was currently busy trying to get things rewired to get the bridge back up and running. "Er, ah, you're welcome..." he mumbles, a trifle embarrassed at getting thanks from someone who normally seemed so cold and professional, rubbing the spot he'd hit and realizes that the comm channel must be stuck open, "Er...Misha, the bridge suffered a power surge during the crash, so it seems like he comm channel's stuck open until I get things fixed up here..."

"I'm fine, just a bit of a headache and a few bruises," the medic replied to Misha as she finally strode into the sickbay. She wasn't used to the layout of the ship, which was why it took her so long to get there. Need to find a map to study or something... Long strides closed the distance between doctor and patient quickly. The half-elf took her Med-kit off her back once she reached the table, setting it on the ground and opening it for quick access, then looked over the patient. "This is bad...impalement isn't easy to fix..." It didn't sound too hopeful (and obviously wouldn't have been said if the survivor was conscious), but a doctor always tried his or her best to make any patient better.

Reaching into her Med-kit, the half-elf placed her disinfectant light, liquid disinfectant, gauze, bandages, needle, thread, and scissors on the end of the table. "Any chance you could help me with this?" she asked Misha, quickly adding, "You won't have to do anything too hard. Just an extra set of hands would be helpful."

"You're welcome..." Mio would reply while thinking, Jays, she's gonna kill anybody who teases her about that... At least everyone who was awake had checked in, so he could focus on getting the bridge running, more or less. He crawls back into the access panel to work on the burnt-out section of wiring, couplings, and breakers.

Within a minute though, he'd yell out, "********' gorram idiots!" as the crackling of something sparking could be heard over the intercomm, "Couldn't they have used parts from this century at least?" An exaggeration, but the way things looked, it seemed like the circuitry hadn't seen proper maintenance since the Nel'Thuagg War ended seven years ago.

Sonja's head would loll to the side when Misha lifts and holds her upright. The badge on her suit, now that there wasn't an immediate emergency, identified her as Sonja Grisholt, Junior Mining Operations Foreman. Underneath her helmet, she looked pale and her lips were cracked in a sure sign of dehydration.

Miya grabbed her disinfectant light and held it out for Misha to see. "This looks like a pen-light, but it uses a very special wavelength of light that kills harmful pathogens. Press the button on the side to turn it on and off. I'm going to need you to shine this around the edge of the wound as you pull the metal out, as it's probably coated with pathogens. As you work on one side while pulling it out, I'll be on the other side using liquid disinfectant. Once it's almost completely out, I'll prepare a pad of gauze coated in disinfectant for you. You'll have to put that on immediately after the metal's out and place gentle pressure on it to stem the bleeding."

She placed the disinfectant light next to Misha and went over to the front of the patient, opening the bottle of disinfectant and cutting off a length of gauze to use as an applicator, making it thoroughly damp. She started wiping down the wound, and also coated the metal in disinfectant as well. "Got all that and think you can do it? If so, start pulling it out carefully and very slowly. If you need clarification on anything, please ask." Her tone was very professional, and perhaps a little commanding. But that was merely due to how important it was to her for things to go right. She could feel how much pain the survivor was in...even if the survivor herself couldn't feel it at the moment. This had to be done as efficiently and pain-free as possible, to ensure it would heal properly.

((XD Delecate operation....if I find something and fire, that's gonna be a loud sound suddenly in the ears of two very focused people....))

Aleron sighed a bit. "Remember you who're talking to, Chief. I have this rank for a reason..." he said, likely in a less-then-intended level of kindness. He really didn't like people thinking he was some rookie or inexperienced desk-jocky, whether they tried to make it seem that's how they felt or not.