Dr. Havey oversaw the awakening of the troops. He had never experienced cryposleep himself, but he heard it likened to waking up from a coma. His own personnel took a couple minutes to re-orient themselves, a few scrubs throwing up being unable to deal with the nausea.

[color=cyan]"Prep the medical bay!"[/color]

The staff began scrambling themselves, wiring all bodily monitors and getting ready for the wounded who Havey had hoped would not flood in on the first day of action. Nonetheless, he had to prepare for the worst. Emergency rooms had surgeons and physicians on stand-by, and nurses took their stations hoping they wouldn't stumble in their assignments.

He had began drafting this system the day he was assigned to the [i]Convergence of Destiny[/i], and this would be his test run. He oversaw the most technologically advanced medical equipment money could buy, with a full staff. His administration was supposedly composed of the most competent medical professionals Earth had to offer, but Havey knew his field was filled with curveballs that no amount of competence or experience could handle on the fly.

As the medical bay began organizing itself into Havey's ideal of a finely-tuned machine, he began discussion with the nurses and psychiatric ward. [color=cyan]"Better to tackle the psychological ramifications early. If anybody sees anything off with any one of these men, document it."[/color]

Maybe he was over-preparing, or just being paranoid, but [color=lightcyan][i]better safe than sorry[/i][/color].