The Medbay

Sarah rushes down the hall, upon reaching the gap in the floor, she’s horrified to find above the gap, gouts of flame are spewed from broken pipes that had been patched over without proper repair too many times.

The way is impassable, Sarah will need to cut through the galley and the showers to gain access to the Medbay on the other side of the wall of flames.

The door to the galley opens with the hissing of hydraulics, inside are those sent by Sarah already, in addition to them is Corporal Cho, Private Sinclair and Private Fischer who apparently had been heading towards escape pods when Bianca informed them to stay here.

The room has a palpable sense of dread, fear thick in the air as Sarah cuts across the room, leaving the apparent safety of the galley and moving through the showers swiftly afterwards.

Back out in the hall, now on the other side of the flames, Sargent McClintock rushes down the rattling hallway of the Crew Deck, opening the door to the Medbay just in time to watch as Private Winter lays PFC Gonzalez across the medical exam table.

Gonzalez is in rough shape, both his jumpsuit and the flesh beneath it looks shredded as though he got hit with a flak cannon, even Sarah can tell the poor kid is in shock as he attempts to tear at his remaining clothes with shaking hands.

“What the hell happened to him?!” Shouts Sargent McClintock as she staggers into the room, earning a passing glance from Winter before she begins applying bandages to his many wounds.

“He was running a shell inspection when that big fucking impact knocked the shell from his hands… the fucking thing detonated right there in the hanger bay..!” She shouts, as Gonzales groans and squirms under her ministrations.

If what she says is right and the missile that detonated at his feet somehow didn’t puncture the hull, it would have had to be an anti-personnel missile, those are supposed to level scores of men and he was at the epicenter of it? This is a lost cause, a fucking Pauling wouldn’t be able to fix that.

“Winters… you need to get to the galley, the ships going down and that’s the safest place to be right now… the escape pods are gone..!” Shouts Sarah but no response is given.

She approaches the table, standing across from Winters as she pours antiseptic over the dozens of gashes in the poor souls chest and stomach causing him to howl louder then the sirens.

“Are you hearing me Winters..?!” Asks Sarah only to be met with a defiant look in return.

“He’s in no condition to be moved, and I refuse to leave a patient! If you aren’t going to help me then get the fuck out of my MedBay!” She shouts, the look in her face speaking of determination and resolve.

She won’t leave the dead man without a fight, if Sarah wants to get her to the Galley she’s either gotta play along until the poor kid breathes his last or she’s gotta shake some sense into her.