"You better hurry up and get your asses in here, otherwise you're getting left behind." [@Kalas]

Marga barely heard the Visipian's threat above the screech of the metal door slowly overcoming the friction of not having been maintained or oiled for near-on a decade. The explosion had done considerable damage docking area and all but torn the umbilical cord leading to the Navy shuttle to shreds. The theif scanned the debris, parts of the Lone Star's interior still floating around. She just hoped that the unknown creature that had attacked Farvis was dead. Speaking of Farvis, she spotted him slumped against the opposite wall to the locker that had housed the creature, unmoving.

[b]"Farvis!"[/b] Marga yelled over to the doctor and quickly made her way through wreckage. [b]"Farvis, we've got to move! Farvis!"[/b]

When no response came from the man, Marga dropped to her knees besides him and quickly took stock of the situation. Though his environmental suit looked a little worse for wear, Marga couldn't see any tears or punctures. As gently as she could manage, Marga managed to roll the doctor onto his back. Thagt was when she spotted a dark liquid spattered on the inside of his helmet's visor. [i]Shit/[/i]

"Seriously! Get the fuck in here!" [@Kalas]

Marga knew that the number one rule of all head wounds was not to move the injured person, but at that precise second, she didn't have that luxury. Swearing under her breath, she sprang to her feet and grabbed Farvis' ankles. Dragging him across towards the door was slow going, given that Marga herself was rather small. However, the force of the blast from the Navy shuttle was more than sufficient to propel them the last few feet through the hatch before it shut.

[i]Ow...[/i] Marga lay in a crumpled heap underneath of Farvis' still unconscious body. Groaning, she managed to slide out from under it.

[b]"Doc, you're needed here!"[/b] Marga called over to Simon, then turned her attention back to Farvis, shaking him gently. [b]"Come on Farvis, wake up."[/b] No response. She shook him with a bit more force. [b]"You're making a big fuss over nothing. All you've got is a 'man wound'. Seriously Farvis, [i]wake up![/i]"[/b]

Marga didn't like this situation one bit. They were a crew member down - possibly two if Farvis didn't wake up - and their ride out of here had just exploded. Oh, and not to mention there may or may not be loads of deadly creatures lying in wait for them all over the ship.