Nippikin didn’t have to wait long for the injured to appear. The first person, a human woman, appeared to be in some form of shock. No obvious signs of physical injury. One of RX Security detail had brought her in and she quickly composed herself. “I’m okay now…I’m a first contact survivor.”

Nippikin was 15 years old at first contact, currently partaking in his Celebration of Age on Ha’Mdama. It was his first time outside of Gauss, living for a time in a non liquidic environment. He was clumsy, and knew little of galactic politics. Holoscreens across the planet  focused on one thing, a massacre. A planet called Cornucopia had been destroyed, one of the largest death tolls in recorded history. Some type of mechanical being was moving through space, leaving death and destruction in its wake. Nippikin had tried his hardest not to think about the tragedy and upcoming war. He was on Ha’Mdama to help find his purpose. Yet, he kept having nightmares, feelings that he could do nothing. That his skills wouldn’t suffice and he would have no use. 

During a visit to the Ha’Mdama College of Intergalactic Medicine, a professor approached the young Gulin, introducing himself as Cliff Henderson. He seemed to see right through Nippikin, and began to speak about the war, and the importance of medical officials. Not just in the army, but for civilians as well. The exact words were lost in time, but the memory lived on in Nippikin. The moment he knew his purpose. 

Nippikin had let himself become lost in thought again. Three humans, not marines by the look of them, were bringing in wounded. The gunfire appeared to be dying down, but it sounded like the populace was still forcing their way onto the ship. Nippikin opened up his kit and began work. Bullet wound, right shoulder entry from posterior, on a male human (likely friendly fire), he would be first priority. Bludgeoning wounds on many others. One woman appeared to have been concussed, possible internal bleeding, she would be second priority. Nippikin started work on the concussed and bullet wounded humans, using two arms for each. A technique Cliff had taught him all those years ago.