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Ahleya leaned back on her chair as she processed one paper after another. She loved being in the hospital - she honestly did! But sometimes it gets boring when she needs to stay after work and just work on some papers for the day. Sign here, put your name there - the process was so redundant and boring. Even after years of doing this, she never got used to it. She propped her head up on her hand as she stared straight at her door. No one was coming in at this early in the morning. She could feel herself drifting off to sleep - eyes closing every now and then until she just couldn't open them anymore.

"Miss Bursmir. Miss Bursmir."

She groaned as she was awoken from her sleep. Somehow, she had maneuvered herself in her sleep so she was in a more comfortable position, her arms crossed on the table and her head leaning on it. She raised her head ever so slightly so that she could see the one who woke her up through one eye - the one shimmering azure blue. The woman was familiar, definitely one she knew. It was one of those workers running around, delivering stuff. What was her name? Ah, she couldn't remember.

But she had to be respectful. [color=6ecff6]"Yeah?"[/color] Yeah, very formal Lea. But at least she gave a reply to the woman. One blink. Two blinks. No reply. Huh? Did the girl not hear her? No, she looked like she was frozen stiff. Oh wait, she wasn't even looking at her anymore. Okay, must have been too sleep deprived. Must have fallen asleep for a moment there. The girl stood aside but Lea could only register grumbles instead of words.

Then someone in a suit and tie came in, ruby red eyes boring into her, judging her position.

[color=6ecff6]"Kyle."[/color] The woman regarded her older brother and then raised her head completely so the entirety of her face can be seen. [color=6ecff6]"Is there something you need brother?"[/color] There seemed to be a small fondness in her voice. It was rare for her brother to visit. Even under his scrutinizing gaze, she felt elated to see him. It has been a long while. But from his look, she knew he meant business.

[color=0076a3]"Well, [i]dear sister,[/i] -"[/color] Kyle's voice obviously dripped with sarcasm. Calling him his 'sister' didn't bode well for him. The words were forced out of his mouth. Though, Lea didn't seem bothered by it at all. Kyle continued speaking, [color=0076a3]"We have received a request from the government to lead one of the medical groups in the new prison ship Alactraz. I want you to be our representative."[/color] He then dropped the files on her table rather harshly, forcing the girl to retract her arms before the thick folder made contact with her. [color=0076a3]"The decision is final."[/color] He then turned around sharply and left.

Lea looked at the thick file, eyes narrowing at the files. A prison ship? So what was in here? She placed one hand on the file and noticed a small note on the bottom - "Classified". She raised her head once more and saw that the girl was still there, holding a cup of coffee. [color=6ecff6]"Oh you can go now if you like."[/color] She said with a small smile given to the girl.

"T-Thank you." She then moved to the door but then remembered that she was holding something in her hands. She turned around and then placed the cup of coffee on the table. "H-Here Ms. Bursmir. We thought you might have wanted a cup of coffee since you worked all night." The young girl stammered out before bowing and then leaving, not even letting Lea thank her for it. 

Lea smiled as she took hold of the cup. The comforting warmth that the liquid gave her as she drank it was surely welcome. She placed it back down on the table, took the files and began to skim through it. The Alcatraz - a prisoner ship designed to hold ten million prisoners and would be sent to space with a self-sustaining food supply so that they wouldn't even need to stop at a planet. But what about gas? Hm, she should probably ask about that once she was briefed personally. She continued to skim through it, seeing the history and the making of the spaceship. There were a lot of blanks for the prisoners that would be placed there and she found this odd. Perhaps they were still searching for more prisoners? 

Then she saw the staff that she would be given. There were only five. FIVE. so that would be six including her. Either they didn't think anyone would be good enough or they were cutting down on budget. She shook her head and let out a sarcastic laugh. Was this some sort of suicide mission? But she set that thought aside for now. Maybe they just thought that medics wouldn't be all that needed. No matter, she can work around this. Once she closed the file, she couldn't wipe the grin off her face. This gave way to so many opportunities in learning about psychology and the likes. Talking to the prisoners face to face was way better than reading their files. Good, this was good.

She drummed her fingers on her desk and then finally pressed the button for the intercom between her and her trusted secretary who could do her work no problem. [color=6ecff6]"Miki? We have to talk."[/color]

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"'Ya know doc, I don't even know why I'm here." A tall, raven haired male said. He looked rather decent and sane. Lea took another peek at the files on her hand which held his information. Michael Polar. Age: 31. Gender: Male. Though rather normal-looking, he is one of the most notorious killers in a country on Earth. But Lea stayed silent, urging him to explain why he thought that way. "Well, I'm only ever targeting those who have done others wrong. An eye for an eye, Hammurabi's code right? Those bastards just takes whatever they want from the poor because they have enough money to buy anyone off. Oh, but not me! They had to pay."

[color=6ecff6]"So it's more like you did it for justice Michael?"[/color] Lea was on a first name basis on everyone, finding that the need for formality can be foregone. 

"Well, yes. Our justice system's shit anyway. So it's up to me to put things in the right track." 

[color=6ecff6]"I see. Well, that should conclude our meeting for the day since there's a whole queue  waiting out there and I'd rather not keep them waiting. You seem fine enough and you're not showing any sicknesses..."[/color] Lea then gave him a smile and then said, [color=6ecff6]"I'm convinced that you all are coming here for the sole reason of venting out thoughts rather than for diagnosis. Remember, I'm not a therapist."[/color]

Michael laughed as Lea joked about it. "We know doc. But you gotta admit, it's better talkin' to you than most others here." He then stood up and then waved goodbye before leaving the room entirely. And so, she closed one file and opened the other and then the conversation with other patients continued. Oh wait, no, not "conversation", they wanted to call it "consultations to make sure that everyone onboard is healthy".

Life in Alcatraz has been amazing so far. With the anti-aggression field, none of the prisoners would ever lash out on them but their minds still stayed the same which proved to be a great thing for her. In the first week of their travel, she had already talked to most of the prisoners and burned through all their files.

Fifteen thousand. There were fifteen thousand inmates for a ship that could hold ten million. It was certainly odd but she didn't mind. It was way easier to connect with a few of them than a lot. 

Consultation hours probably became one of the most favorite times for a lot of prisoners there. They could let out whatever they wanted to let out at that time and Lea wouldn't even say anything weird or odd or even show fear. They could say they want to kill everyone and she'd just stare at them and nod. Though, of course, she wasn't the only one handling the consultations - she'd switch with other medical staffs for shifts. It's hard to talk with everyone after all and she doesn't like staying cooped up in that room for any longer than three hours.

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Lea, as the head of the team, was contacted by the captain to tell her about what had happened but he didn't need to. An intercom that made her hear everything from the command room was installed in her own office. She heard every single panicked detail and she understood the situation. Whatever was happening was not normal and they were going to crash. The emergency alarms blared to life with one of the members telling everyone to brace for impact.

It was hard to walk in a ship that was going down at increasingly faster speed. She then peeked outside and saw that most of the cell blocks were launched off the side of the ship like some sort of escape pod. What? That wasn't in the papers? She immediately headed back, still having trouble maneuvering herself as she grabbed hold of any necessities she needed, mostly medical stuff, and then stumbled inside an escape pod installed in her office. She then punched for it to launch and she was shot off at the side of the ship within the cylindrical object.

And now she was just praying that everyone got out. Within the escape pod was an emergency laser pistol so she strapped it around her waist. There was only deathly silence as she waited for the pod to make its landing.