Achieng was only now realizing that she may have made a mistake. What was she doing out here, in the middle of a battle? She was a therapist, someone who healed, not... not a combatant!

And yet, here she was. She felt the water in her tank sloshing in a disturbing way, as the ship took another attack. She felt ill, and she knew it wasn't her body. After all she'd done to make a new life, after all the schooling and training and accolades, now on the first real assignment, she was back into a battle. How... ironic.

Achieng gripped her fear by it's tailfin and held it down, straightening up. It wouldn't be good for the crew to see her so scared. Certainly they'd probably all been in worse than this. If she couldn't handle it, then they would not trust her with their stories, and rightly so. 

"Come on, Achieng. Courage. You've been through worse." She started her tank down the hallway, planning to join the others on the bridge. Fear or not, she did not want to be alone.