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Nippikin approached the infirmary. It was clear that he found himself near the ship he had seen earlier, and there were many people crowding around. The officers were forming them into lines and appeared to be handing out supplies. He saw a small stack of supplies being carried out by hand and knew that it would not be enough for the desolate moon.
“Thanks for the help Doc, that stretcher was pretty cumbersome.”
“You are welcome young man.” Dr. Zek said “Please excuse me, I must see my acquaintance.”
Nippikin walked through the automated doors of the infirmary. The sight hadn’t improved from the previous day. Nippikin looked around for Mia, eventually catching her by her bright blonde hair. She was busy checking a young marines vitals as Nippikin approached.
“Hello Mia, it’s me Dr. Zek.”
Mia smiled slightly and spoke without turning around “Hi Nippy. I’ve told you, I can recognize you by your voice. You don’t need to tell me it’s you.”
“Oh yes. I apologize.”
“You also don’t need to apologize.”
Nippikin looked at Mia in confusion. He still didn’t fully understand human conversation, and was unsure if she was joking or was sincere. He decided to change the conversation.
“There is a ship with supplies outside.”
“I know, officials keep coming up to me and asking questions. I’ve been given permission to put military personal in the lower cargo bays of that ship so we can make some room.”
“Oh, that is helpful. May I assist you?”
“Umm of course. Could you check to make sure that group is stable enough to be transported.” She pointed to multiple stretchers with military personnel on them.
"Yes. And then we can get you lunch.”
“Thanks Nippy.”
Nippikin walked over toward the group. He had dressed some of their wounds the day before. They had all been part of the fight against The Nomad just weeks earlier. The ship was severely damaged, including life support. The groups had been with extremely low oxygen for more than 14 hours, and were all currently comatose with internal and external wounding. He checked their vitals one by one, no large changes since the day before, they seemed like fitting choices for the ship’s cargo bay.
“They are ready for transport Mia. Do I require any identification to transport them?”
Mia reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a card with writing scribbled on it and a signature. Nippikin couldn’t make it out, it was all loopy and the signature was messy like most humans.
“A lieutenant gave me this. I think his name was Schor. It’s supposed to let us take these guys onto the ship.”
She handed the card to Nippikin, “Don’t go losing that okay.”
“I will do no such thing.” Dr. Zek said assuredly, as he grabbed a stretcher with each tentacle and pulled 2 while pushing the other 2. “Think on what you will want for nourishment. I will return in a moment.”
Nippikin made his way out of the building. Outside, the rations seemed to be running low, and there was an uneasy feeling in the air. Something the UWS would have to manage at this time. He approached the ship and handed the first guarding marine he saw the card.
“Hello Sir, I must enter your ship. These men need space to heal.”
“Thanks for the help Doc, that stretcher was pretty cumbersome.”
“You are welcome young man.” Dr. Zek said “Please excuse me, I must see my acquaintance.”
Nippikin walked through the automated doors of the infirmary. The sight hadn’t improved from the previous day. Nippikin looked around for Mia, eventually catching her by her bright blonde hair. She was busy checking a young marines vitals as Nippikin approached.
“Hello Mia, it’s me Dr. Zek.”
Mia smiled slightly and spoke without turning around “Hi Nippy. I’ve told you, I can recognize you by your voice. You don’t need to tell me it’s you.”
“Oh yes. I apologize.”
“You also don’t need to apologize.”
Nippikin looked at Mia in confusion. He still didn’t fully understand human conversation, and was unsure if she was joking or was sincere. He decided to change the conversation.
“There is a ship with supplies outside.”
“I know, officials keep coming up to me and asking questions. I’ve been given permission to put military personal in the lower cargo bays of that ship so we can make some room.”
“Oh, that is helpful. May I assist you?”
“Umm of course. Could you check to make sure that group is stable enough to be transported.” She pointed to multiple stretchers with military personnel on them.
"Yes. And then we can get you lunch.”
“Thanks Nippy.”
Nippikin walked over toward the group. He had dressed some of their wounds the day before. They had all been part of the fight against The Nomad just weeks earlier. The ship was severely damaged, including life support. The groups had been with extremely low oxygen for more than 14 hours, and were all currently comatose with internal and external wounding. He checked their vitals one by one, no large changes since the day before, they seemed like fitting choices for the ship’s cargo bay.
“They are ready for transport Mia. Do I require any identification to transport them?”
Mia reached into her breast pocket and pulled out a card with writing scribbled on it and a signature. Nippikin couldn’t make it out, it was all loopy and the signature was messy like most humans.
“A lieutenant gave me this. I think his name was Schor. It’s supposed to let us take these guys onto the ship.”
She handed the card to Nippikin, “Don’t go losing that okay.”
“I will do no such thing.” Dr. Zek said assuredly, as he grabbed a stretcher with each tentacle and pulled 2 while pushing the other 2. “Think on what you will want for nourishment. I will return in a moment.”
Nippikin made his way out of the building. Outside, the rations seemed to be running low, and there was an uneasy feeling in the air. Something the UWS would have to manage at this time. He approached the ship and handed the first guarding marine he saw the card.
“Hello Sir, I must enter your ship. These men need space to heal.”
