There was nothing Nippikin could do. Their wounds were too severe, and his knowledge of Braparken biology was limited. Their cause of death, multiple slashing/stabbing wounds to the torso, both hearts experiencing massive failure. They weren’t the only one either. Nippikin looked around at the cargo bay full of injured and deceased parties. A handful of military medics were treating the others. The same people that had been attempting to make their way on the ship. They had their wish Nippikin supposed, just not in the way they had hoped. The doctor removed a bead from the Brap’s clothing and put it into his pocket, a reminder that he had to study Braparken anatomy with more vigor in the future. He marked the corpse with a time of death, and covered them with a plastic sheet. He couldn’t help but think about Mia. Had she made it onto the ship in time? There was rumbling that the moon was unstable, that it was falling apart. He refocused, as he started treating a young human man. The male had lost an arm, separated at the elbow, it had been tied off, and he was currently unconscious. But, he would likely pull through, as he had received treatment only a few moments after separation. Nippikin noticed the woman from before, she had arrived in a vehicle in front of the make shift medical unit. She was helping one of the medics to treat patients. If she had made it back…maybe that was a sign that Mia had as well. He continued to work, scanning the room occasionally as if she would appear before him at his bequest. This distracted feeling was strange to him, there was work to do, but it was almost as if it didn’t have the same weight. His suit began to fog again, and he felt his tentacles giving way beneath him. The automated doors opened in front of him, and he sat in the hallway overwhelmed. This had never happened twice in one day. There was a noise over the intercom, about the attack, but it seemed distant. He knew his purpose, he knew he was helping, but he was…worried. Worried he would never see his friend again.