The landings on the RX3248 was smooth and soft, to the point that Nelson did not even feel it. He paced down the hallway leading to the loading ramp, his blaster pistol holstered on his right hip. There, the navy personals and marines were already up to their task, unloading the cargo and maintaining crowd control. And they were doing it very well. Nelson could feel that his role as second in command meant almost nothing here.

Nelson casually paced across the working military personals, only motioning his hand to at ease those who saluted him after they noticed him, down to the treacherous dirt of the small moon. The crowds who were swarming the ships suddenly drew all their attentions to the young Lieutenant. Most were curious and slightly cautious due to the various military epaulettes and medals decorated on Nelson’s uniform, which pretty much satisfied Nelson’s needs for attention. A few actually recognized him, as he had appeared in the public a few times in his military life, namely after the battle of Rantost and the battle of Archamila, where he both showed a significant role in the fight against the Nomad.

Nelson moved to the building ahead of him, what seemed to be the planet’s infirmary, and, by instinct, immediately covered his nose, as the smell of blood, sweat mixed with alcohol and contaminated sterility charged up into his lungs. There were woundeds everywhere, on beds, on chairs and even on the floors. There seemed to be at least two dozens of them, in a small-sized building. The nurses and doctors were struggling to handle with them.

Such a horrible sight. Even for the seasoned and battle-experienced Lieutenant like Nelson

[b]“Excuse me, ma’am.”[/b] Nelson called for the nearest nurse. [b]“Do you mind reporting the current situation here? How many woundeds, how many deads?”[/b]

[b]“Uuhhh…”[/b] She was a bit flustered as she was suddenly called during work, again, by yet another strange man. But as soon as she saw the medals, she somewhat knew that he was someone high rankings. 

[b]“There are currently over thirty woundeds, but they are all dying. We have lost over ten personals already.”

“Civilians?”

“No, mostly naval cadets and marines, sir. We are out of supplies and are awaiting refill. The marines will be carrying them over soon. But we don’t have enough place to tend all of these men.”[/b]

[b]“Hmm…I see.” [/b]

With all these men lying on the floor like this, there was little point in tending them. This wasn’t a very clean place either. It was situated on a poor, dusty planet with not very well maintained infrastructure. These guys needed a better place for treatment. And if they weren’t given the suitable place in times, their wounds would be infected, and they would die like those ten personals. 

[b]“In that case…”[/b] Nelson pulled out a blank card, and write by simply swiping his finger on it. He spent a few seconds writing something and then concluding by signing his name on it.

[b]“Check if anyone has died. If there are, then move them outside for more spots. If there are still not enough, then you are authorised to use the lower cargo bays of our ship. We are unloading, so there should be a few spots for you to use”[/b] Nelson handed the nurse the card that he just wrote on. [b]“Give this to anyone who asks, they will know what to do.”[/b]

[b]“Thank you so much!…uhh…”[/b] The nurse paused to ask for his name, or his rank.

[b]“Lieutenant Nelson Schor.”[/b] He decided to give her both. [b]“Oh, and do not send in civilians. Only military personals.”[/b]

The captain would kill him if he let civilians on the ship freely.

[b]“Alright sir. Thank you again.” [/b]

Nelson turned away from the nurse and left the infirmary in quick haste. He had got to leave fast or else he would be sent home with a transfuse kit, like last time. He wouldn’t want that to be repeated. Ever.

It appeared that everything was going according as planned, aside from the previous incident. Nelson decided to head to the control tower, so as to grasp the traffic of area around the planet directly. 

As Nelson opened the door leading to the control tower, the officers there, some were half-asleep at the moment, all bolted up in salute to the Lieutenant. Nelson raised his hand to put them at ease and began trotting to the one who was apparently in charge of the tower.

[b]“Good day officer. Report on the current situation.”[/b]

[b]“Yes sir. The sky above the moon RX3248 is clear today, aside from the disabled Nomad fleet, of course.”[/b] He tried to put in humours into it, but then onto the main part of the report. 

[b]“Except…”[/b]

[b]“Except?”[/b] Nelson asked.

[b]“Except for one small spacecraft, which we have recently detected. It has also been trying to contact us, but we have yet to respond.”[/b]

[b]“Well then do it.”[/b]

The officer immediately complied.

[b]“This is tower RX3248.”[/b] He called for the unknown spacecraft. [b]“Report your vessel’s current status.”[/b]

[@TheMadAsshatter]