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Coming back into being the second landing party found themselves under an overhang for the main colony medical building. Which was thankfully keeping them dry for the moment. The storm was still raging with hard down pours and lighting/thunder and much of the street before them was naturally empty. Then behind them a creaking of a door was heard followed by a voice. “..Ah finally you must be the fleet folks come to help us with the injured from the storm..” A soft spoken female voice said.

Paul tightened his grip on the leather medical bag he held. He hated storms. Resisting the urge to pat himself down and ensure the transporter hadn’t managed to scramble some of his atoms going through such inclement weather he jumped slightly at the sound of the voice.

Despite the weather, Elijah was thankful for the time of the ship, in a way the chaotic nature of the storm was a pleasant change from the perfect atmospheric conditions on the Sentinel. Before he could take too much of his surrounded his head naturally drifted to the origin of the voice.

Turning they found a woman in her late 50s, golden slightly greying hair evident. Opening the door more she beckoned them inside. “..Come in then there is much to do.” She said. “..I am Chief colonial doctor Erica Headson.”

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“Thank you!” Elijah said over a clap of thunder as he entered the threshold, luckily they weren’t wet and didn’t need to dry off. “I am Captain Elijah Carmichael and this is Doc Hudson and his team” The captain motioned to the elder man and then to the team behind him, “He’s the one that’ll help you most.” It was true Elijah could have remained on the ship but he felt it was a good show of face if he also showed up to lend a hand.

• Captain Elijah Carmichael

Paul nodded his head. “We are happy to help. Can you give me a rundown of your facilities and what you need assistance wise.”

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Leading them inside the pounding sound of the rain was soon a dull hammer patter on the ceiling overhead. “..We’re setup to handle most injuries and care for colonial concerns you can imagine for a colony of this size. Or least we were until people in the mines went missing and rescue teams also vanished taking a chunk of my staff with them!” Erica said huffing a hair out of her face.

Coming around a corner they found the open plan hospital lined with rows of beds and partitioned dividers. “..Originally I had a staff of 30 trained doctors and nurses, now I’m down to 10 including myself! The storm outside has caused havoc with the colonists, ranging from lighting strikes, to trips and falls. Nothing too serious thankfully and no fatalities either. Just a lot of broken bones, burns, and such leaving me short handed. Our most serious case is Charles Wentworth who got kicked in the head by his prized cow during a lighting strike nearby scaring the cow.” She explained.

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