As the calls came in from the bridge, the CMO pointed on the comms to avail.

“Ah, dammit!! Piece of space junk -” and his rapid string of loud but highly descriptive expletives rang out across the medical suite. Finally he said “Prep for incoming!” and then the yellow alert rang out. Another string of swearing was the precursor to Kane finally hitting the comms just right and they cackled to life.

[O] Medical to Bridge. Send ‘em, we’re ready. [O]

Kane, CMO