The strange tingle running through her head made her jump away from the terminal she was using at that moment, thinking there was a short in the keyboard. But if that was the case, her hands would hurt, not her head. Then what was that? Sleep deprivation came to mind next, but it didn’t feel like any symptom she’s ever experienced. Distracted by the unusual and mildly horrifying experience, she missed the captain’s warning of what was coming.

The sudden impact of the shockwave caught Astrid completely off guard and sent her into the nearest wall. Shockwaves? What kind of nebula was this? The density of most nebulae was, for all intents and purposes, little more than vacuum. Though she was no astrophysicist, the only way to achieve such density Astrid could think of was a relatively fresh nebula - and just as she thought of that, her head filled with all the damage the Monroe could potentially suffer in a dense cloud of hot gas. Fingers crossed the shield held on long enough for them to get out.

Speaking of failures, she dragged herself back to her feet and once more turned to the diagnostics interface, silently praying the momentary power loss was the worst of it. Aside from a few non-critical overloads, a thorough sweep turned up nothing that would impair the ship's operation. She breathed a sigh of relief and left engineering to make the rounds. No diagnostics software could tell you just how many holes there were in the ship. Judging by where the bulk of the rodent infestation was encountered, she chose the cargo bay as her first stop. She expected a species like the Ulnar to leave quite a mess.

It was as bad as could be expected. Two hull breaches, fortunately still kept sealed by the attached boarding shuttles, bodies and blood here and there, damage due to gunfire - what the Ulnar lacked in aim, they made up for in ammunition - and one or more crates that seemed to have disintegrated. The mess could be cleaned up rather easily, but the breaches were another problem. Astrid walked over to the closer one, making notes on a datapad as she did. [color=FFB435]“Plasma cut with rough edges consistent with slow cutting speed, likely due to lack of experience on the operator’s part.”[/color] she mumbled as she wrote. [color=FFB435]“Or maybe the dumb rodent simply didn’t care.”[/color] She took a few hasty steps back as soon as she was done to get away from the stench emanating from the Ulnar craft. [b]’Description: Two hull breaches, approx. 200x80 cm’[/b], she filled out the appropriate protocol. Two, maybe three days in the drydock, unless the dockyard workers worked overtime. As Astrid looked around for more major damage, she could now see the damaged crate from the other side. A gleam of silvery gray caught her attention, followed by the doctor and the security officer around an unknown figure. Confident that officer Tulez could contain any possible hostile, her curiosity got the better of her and she moved to examine some projectile damage, two shotgun slugs or something of the sort, within earshot of the group.