Anastasia
Anastasia prepared herself. There were other super soldiers out there who weren't actually dead. She might not be alone. Grabbing her other arm from the unnamed who acted like a butler, she looked at it. Nothing some of her nanobots couldn't fix. Holding it up to her other arm she let it do work. The little wires came out of the fingertips again, inserting themselves into the arm. Slowly but surely it stopped sparking. IT started moving itself again, and she locked it back into its socket. Feeling the movement again, she smiled a flat smile. She turned towards the captain again.
"Your armory is around here, no? Good, we're going to need weapons. Since we wanna get in and out, choose two others besides me and you."
Anastasia found the armory and grabbed a pistol flipping it into her holster. It was an old model of her favorite kind of pistol, but it would do. She checked her arms and legs again to make sure they were ready to go, and observed her chest wounds. Nothing more than burn marks left where she was shot. Perfect. She found a seat where the navigator sat, and took her place.
"I can navigate where we're going. The rest of you, strap in. This is going to be a fast ride. Captain, head for the warp gate right outside of this atmosphere. We can jump to the quadrant we need to go from there."