[center][h1]The Main Deck Of The Starchaser-A couple of hours later[/h1][/center]

The Starchaser orbited earth. The low hum of the ship was lost in the vacuum of space, its drifting quite silent. Ana stepped onto the bridge where the rest were sitting. Her stomach had been mostly fixed, though the radiation was still a problem. She wore a wetsuit, the stomsch portion cut away to let her wound breathe and air out. On it was a twisted burning mark, going deep. Ana spoke up, breaking the silence.

[Color=steelblue]"Bad news. The medical bay says I am restricted from joining any future combat for the forseeable future. As much as this upsets me, I must give time for my wounds and sickness to heal. In the meantime, I will work the medical bay as head nurse, as I already know enough about medical care. Second thing. In my place, our new friend will be taking up the position. He's already proven himself knowledgable and a good asset to us. He will lead you guys on future missions as well as work in the communications room. That is all. Any questions?"[/color] 

Ana looked around the room for any sign of questions on their faces, hoping there were none.