Dr. Havey's heart raced. A combination of excitement and panic began crawling over him. He knew in-space combat was exponentially more fragile than on the ground. Medics wouldn't be able to properly tend to a wounded soldier still suited up, and he expected most of the casualties to come from punctures in armor.

Master Sgt. Mazierska was the first to close a cryobay. The rest of the reports soon flooded in and the crew remained intact, given for some nausea and mobility issues, nothing the average person wouldn't be able to walk off. The staff settled in, chatter calmed, and the on-scene medics seemed to be keeping themselves together.

Havey stood at the nurses' station. The LEDs built into the walls around him flashed with the status of every suit currently deployed. [color=cyan][b]"When the color's start changing, you start prepping the beds."[/b][/color] The nurses nodded, just basking in the calm before the storm. 

He hurried himself back to his office. The screen on his computer was set to a live feed of the casualty count and list of names, currently empty.