[center][h3]Teg (Cora)[/h3][/center]
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Teg flashed a brief frown at the mention of the now wounded ship. Still, the ship could be repaired, a crew casualty was a much more troublesome problem. She knew that if anyone could fix the ship with duck tape and questionable jurry rigging it was Ansgar. The Judge's armor seemed to be made of enough metal if it came to that. Teg felt certain he could be persuaded to part with it if necessary and if not he was outnumbered and outgunned. She'd always wanted to rob a Judge. Not in a professional capacity of course, but just for fun. It would be one hell of a story.

Caught in plans of furthering her own reputation by pulling off yet another amazing act of daredevilry Teg almost didn't notice the nagging feeling that she was forgetting something or maybe someone as it jolted through her brain. Running through the chaotic web of lists that she kept in her head the young mercenary wondered if she had forgotten to remove the detonator from the plastic explosive in her cabin. Or maybe she'd left her journal in the dining room? What was the perfect mixture of chemicals to ensure that a thermal explosion would keep burning long after the metal of a vehicle was turned to ash? Where was the cat? When would Andrea and Ansgar finally give in to their passions? Why did the Judge always wear his helmet, did he have a gnarly scar? Did Maria ever sleep? Was Kev secretly a housekeeping robot? What would be the best way to distract Kai so that she could liberate some of his more potent herbs?

[b]Kai[/b]. Kai! Teg muttered a low curse of irritation as she finally remembered. He said he was fine. Which he probably was. He was a doctor after all. But she'd seen the glass. And the blood. She wasn't sure how well Ithlo's handled head trauma. Maria wouldn't be too happy if she'd let the only ship doctor die. More importantly, had he complimented her? A concussion seemed likely.

"Right, well don't blow up the ship. I'll be back in a bit, I heard something from the medical bay. I have to go make sure we don't lose an alien doctor in addition to several meter of piping," Teg said, patting Ansgar good-naturedly  on the shoulder. "And don't do too much digging without me, I want a look at whatever is left of the bomb that did this. Maybe they left us a note."

Turning back down the corridor Teg made her way back to the medical bay at a brisk pace. She didn't run, because running in space rarely ended well. Spaceship corridors were narrow and full of metal that would push back.

Stepping into the medical bay, she brew a loose strand of hair that had escaped her elaborate knot out of her face. "Doc, I told you not to call me Miss. How's your head?"