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OOC: Breaking this off into its own thread line

Atozi moved off with the group in the direction for the smokes. “I will let you worry about gaining intelligence but my priority is making sure they are ok, then we can ask questions and mess around with flight data recorders” She wasn’t the ranking officer but when it came to the health and well being of the crew or even just a random patient she had the jurisdiction or so that’s what they were told, sometimes it just didn’t got that way.

• Ensign Atozi Sh’qyrin

Since Atozi’s covered hands prevented her from accurately feeling a pulse or anything like that, Kenneth rolled up his sleeves. “Alright, what should we do? He seems to have some broken bones, and that nasty gash on his head.”

Fleet, Helm

Coming over to the pilot they could tell now clearly they were male. The smashed up pilot’s ejector seat was evident a few feet away. The pilot had probably been partly conscious when he landed but then passed out from injuries after crawling a bit away. When they would check for a pulse they would find one, it was very slow, a little weak but steady.

GM CockRoach