Lt.Cmdr Nikal  
High orbit, Havurna. Ahman Sul core world.

It wasn't long before the Aradites were evacuated from their devastated ship. Triage units were working hard to save the lives of the survivors of their pirate encounter. 

At the triage center, there were multiple tables set up. Doctors seemed to hover around half of the group while nurses dealt with the others. A careful eye would notice that the majority of the nurse attended soldiers were hooked up to some sort of hovering IV machine. They were being pumped with sedatives to help with the pain. These people were not going to be saved, their wounds far too grievous for battlefield medics to heal and would take too long to reach an actual high end medical facility. The ones that can be saved though, it would be obvious that there was no expense spared in treating the survivors. 

This situation was dire, but over. There were no threats here that one would easily notice. The Aradites were always ready to fight at a moments notice, even the way they walked showed a general preparedness. Something the Karaut ahead wasn't used to seeing. "Are your weapons ready?" he said softly to his gaurds as Commander Nikal approached. A soldier near the Karaut was quick to respond. "Do not worry, if they intended conflict, they'd already be shooting by now." This only  caused the Karaut to cross his arms and look towards Nikal.

As Nikal moved ever closer to the station itself, the Tumen was being pushed out of the dock. Next to that, the triage was packing up and the newly deceased were being placed in to special caskets. It would be a while before the survivors were up and ready but at least they were stable. for the time being. 
[i]“ I am Lieutenant Commander Neavou Nikal of the Septonian Concordant, on behalf of my crew I would like to thank you for saving us and welcoming us to your home”[/i]
The Karaut took a step forward and eyed the Aradite up and down. noticing the clear damage to not only the soldiers physical appearance but seemingly his morale. No one could blame him though, losing so much so quickly. Being so far from home wouldn't help the situation either. 

"Well.. mister Nikal."
The Karaut leaned over a bit to his left, eyeing the status of the Aradite commanders uniform and then sizing up Nikals entourage before returning to his original stance.
"My name is Ufrid. I'm the emergency response liaison." He didn't seem to happy at the last part though
"You're at station 12, orbiting the planet Havurna. Welcome, to Ahman Sul."
"Your wounded will be in wing fifteen, which i'll grant you full access to. The ones who didn't survive are in warehouse two-twenty.. which will also be opened for you. Please forgive your dead being in a shipping warehouse but in all honesty, we really didn't have any other room aside from drifting in the vacuum."