[hr][hr][center][h1][i][b][color=a187be]Silvia Adenias[/color][/b][/i][/h1][/center][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] The Infirmary[/center][hr][hr]

	Crisna listened intently as Tom explained what had happened, nodding from time to time as she examined Silvia and began to hook her up to various feeds. Helping Silvia to lay back on the bed she stood over her, her hands hovering above her body as she ran them down the length of her and back up again before settling with a palm pressed against either side of Silvia's head. Sighing a bit before she removed her fingers and glancing over towards Tom. 

	"She'll be okay," was the first thing she said. It was common for Crisna to just state what she thought the outcome would be off the bat before going into anything else. "She basically did to herself what would happen if someone took a metal rod and hit her upside the back of the head. She kind of bruised her brain. She will be like this for a few hours but should come out of it fine. Granted I wouldn't recommend her doing that a lot, so see what you can do about getting that Crystal of hers in place as soon as possible," Crisna added as she stepped around the bed and over to Tom. 

	Silvia lay there, still in a bit of a daze and staring blankly at the ceiling. It wasn't the first time she had had to catch a transport without the aide of a crystal. Earth's tower was older and the mechanics went down a lot more often than anyone would like. Black outs were common on the planet. Thing was though, they still knew when a ship needed to be caught and they could brace themselves for it, prepare their mind for the taxing effort it would take. This time was different though, this came out of no where and she had no time to prepare for it. Crisna wasn't wrong in what she said, in fact it had felt like someone had bashed hr over the skull when she caught the transport. 

	"Yeah, I got the word about time off and and such. Seems she is jumping in head first in more ways than one," Crisna said as she glanced over towards Silvia but kept her voice quiet. Motioning for Tom to follow her, she stepped outside the room and waited for him. "I know the Medical Lead on Earth, we trained together on Volclux 11. Silvia is a bit different than a lot of T1's from what he has told me. She acts more like a lower ranked Talent, doesn't have the ego. Granted I have also heard she is rather volatile as well but that is when it comes to dealing with other T1's. He was actually rather pissed when he found out Silvia was being transferred out here. Earth was not happy to lose her as their back up T1. They'd have rather lost their current tower lead," she said before shrugging. 

	"Any word from Tristan since everything happened? Or is he just hanging out in his room and letting the tower deal with it since it is his "Day off"?" she asked as she sighed a bit. It wasn't uncommon for Tristan to let all hell break loose and never even come out of his quarters. As far as he was concerned, if it happened when he was off shift and the tower was still standing it wasn't his problem. 

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	Looking up from his desk Craig spotted Tryke as she entered and gave her a bit of a nod as he rose form his seat and headed over to her. "Thanks for coming up so quickly, I know this isn't the usual request," he said as he motioned towards the broken out window. Sighing he looked around as everyone was getting to work to clean up the various messes caused by everything. He had yet to contact the tower the ship was tossed from, figuring he would get to that once he had word on how Silvia was doing. 

	Stepping away from Tryke, he knelt down and looked at the floor. There was a small trickle trail of blood that lead from the window over to Silvia's chair. Sighing he rose and got one of the lower ranks to go get the janitorial crew up there to clean it up. He didn't want any trace of the blood left around for when Silvia returned. He figured it probably wouldn't sit well with her mentally if she was to see her own blood dried on the tiled floor. 

	"So," he said clearing his throat and looking back over towards Tryke. "How bad is the damage and how long do you think it will take to get everything back in running order?" he asked, wanting to know what was going on beyond the basic reports that were flooding in.