| Wright said:
Lt. Tear |
As Max felt the explosion rock the ship, he quickly strapped himself into the nearest seat and prepared for a crash. All things considered, it went pretty well for a crash. This was a very sturdy ship. The war room was entirely intact, albeit quite messy now. Max was a little shaken up by the rough landing, but mostly unharmed. Not everyone had been strapped in, however, and probably hadn't fared quite as well.
"Do we have a medic on staff?!" Max exclaimed. No answer. <Maybe the medic is unconscious? Oh well, I'll do what I can.>
Max began checking on the survivors. Everyone was accounted for, except for the pilot, who seemed to have been utterly annihilated. It looked like a massive explosion had gone off here. Looking closely at the surviviors, it seemed for the most part like they were okay. He decided to take a closer look with his x-ray visor. Most, even the ones that weren't secured during the landing, had miraculously made it through without any broken bones. He noticed the sword wielding girl had dressed her own wounds. She clearly knew basic first aid. Perhaps she could help here? He moved on to check for more serious injuries, however. He noticed Lt. Tear cradling her arm, and rushed over to take a closer look.
"Lt. Tear!" He yelled out as he ran over, then, realizing the situation he was in, he decided to avoid causing a panic by calling any attention to the commanding officer's injuries. Calmly, he asked, "How's your arm there? Let me take a look at it. I can take a quick x-ray view with the x-ray visor on my glasses." Scanning it quickly with his x-ray visor, he could see it was just a simple fracture, and a small one at that. "You're quite lucky, this shouldn't take much time to heal at all. It'd be best if we secured it with a splint, however. Where are the medical supplies?"
